Seasonal Poems

Days Of Enchantment

By Paul McCann

Fairies dwell under the enchantment .

Neither here or there they have been sent .

I had become enchanted myself ,

When as a child I was dressed in wealth .

The wealth of innocence made me shine ,

I could see hidden things that were mine .

They’re all around us everyday ,

where fairies and children often play .

Enchanted we can fly here and there .

Enchanted and we’re walking on air .

Enchanted within realms of light .

Enchanted you must keep out of sight .

When fairies dance through enchanted rooms

With children who spent their afternoons

riding on horses out on the tide

with innocence saddled at their side .

As children grow the enchantment ends

But fairies are still those absent friends .

They’re still around us everywhere

But our innocence has been stripped bare .

The wings that brought our enchanted shine

have been clipped back by the hands of time .

But I still remember well those days

When we were happy in many ways .

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Wishes In Helium Balloons

By Paul McCann

Is there life on the dark side of the moon

and is there a space in between .

Maybe life would be better up there ,

if no one cares , you know what I mean

I’m just like a helium balloon :

if you let go of me I am gone .

I will drift to the moon and beyond ,

to a place where balloons carry on .

I’ll just disappear and if I burst you won’t hear ,

there’s nothing more to say .

I’ll float through the air about a million miles ,

If our friendships blown away.

There is no return from the dark spaces

on the other side of the moon .

You will never see again ,

the person who was a helium balloon.

Maybe the man who sells helium balloons

will say to you with a grin ,
“You know they fly to the moon

If you want to wish upon the wind.”

And you might even buy a red one from him

on a wild and windy day .
where it could rise about a million miles

if you’ve anything left to say .

Into the sky it will go higher and higher

floating on to the moon ,

Who knows I wonder maybe wishes come true

on a helium balloon.

The Circus

By Paul McCann

The circus came to town ,
there was Co-Co the clown
Acrobats trapeze bars
they're high flying stars
The walkers on a high wire
Some people who eat fire
The jugglers tossing balls
And dogs dressed up like dolls
Little ponies that dance
The children in a trance
Everyone's relaxed
watching the circus acts
The special attraction
is the non-stop action
underneath the Big Top .
So come along , roll up
Roll up and say hello
To the fun of the show
And the show must go on
Til the circus has gone .

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School In The Slums
By Paul McCann

The number of students living in slums have grew

There are many schools in slums that people go to .

Some schools are built with timber and others with bricks .

But slum schools have dirt floors with their roofs made with sticks .

In the slum there is no canteen or a school bus

But nobody in slum schools ever make a fuss .

Many slum students have no books to call their own .

They have no computer or TV set at home .

Teachers in slum schools are mostly from a mission .

They turn a blind eye and they take time to listen .

Slum schools are usually overcrowded and small .

Everyone must fit somehow one and all .

Although its difficult everyone keeps their cool

Although its hard in the slum they still go to school .

With determination they get education .

And even find some creative inspiration .

Schools in the slums can provide an exit away

from an existence where people live day by day

without using good grammar or a ball point pen .

or without the ability to count to ten .

At school in the slums learning can be lots of fun .

Students that go to slum schools can be old and young .

And they are learning lots of new things they can do ,

Just the basic skills that will help them make it through .

With knowledge there can be a way out of the slum ,

Where many hardships in life can be overcome .

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Fairy Floss

By Paul McCann

Its a sticky moment wrapped to a stick
Eating it is like a tricky tongue lick
It is a lovely bit of pinky fluff
Kids agree fairy floss is magic stuff

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Believe It Or Not

By Paul Mc Cann

Six men came softly walking into the town one day
and found a young man there, in a ball curled up he lay .
Fast asleep he was there in a cold and lonely place
The six men stood and stared with a smile upon their face.
As the young man rose they said
Its' best you settle down,
Our ships about to leave here and blast off from your town.
We fell from the sky and saw you lying here alone,
and wondered if you'd like to come with us to our home.
If you don't want to come with us we understand why,
We must be leaving so is it hello or goodbye
As the young man stood up and wiped the sleep from his eye
The men took his hand and they shot up into the sky

The Teddy Cloud

By Paul McCann

I prayed God would send me a Teddy bear,
I need cuddles and no one seems to care .

I wish I had some one to hug me tight ,
it's lonely when you're all alone at night .

I'm just a lonely little baby boy ,
I wish that I had a friendly soft toy .

One that I could hold and could call my own ,
it's terrible when you're small and alone .

The clouds passed by as the sunshine fell down,
I snapped a picture up there I had found ,

A Teddy Bear was floating through the sky,
I caught a glimpse of it as it passed by .

A lost teddy bear right over my place .
God knew this little boy with a sad face ,

So he posted me Teddy in the sky .
Now I am so happy and I won't cry

Teddy and I are such a happy pair ,
I'm a little boy with a Teddy bear

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To Catch The Wind

By Paul Mc Cann

Where does the wind come from
and where does it go to?
I saw it in the schoolyard,
yesterday it blew .

The flag on the flagpole
was fluttering fast,
when the wind stopped blowing,
"Where did it go?" I asked .

Someone said it died ,
but that didn't make much sense .
The wind returned
and blew down half of our school fence .

"It's not around here"
Said the schoolboy with a kite .
"I'm sick of trying to get my kite up in flight"

I went to the groundsman
who was sweeping up leaves ,
"Do you know where the wind went"?
He rolled up his sleeves .

"I'm glad it's gone
and hope it stay's away
"Said he ,
He pointed to the spot
of a fallen down tree .

So it was back into class
that I had to go .
"The reason my hat's not on my head well you know ,

It's because the wind had taken it away Sir .
I have asked everybody everywhere,

But there's no one knows where the wind went with my hat
"The teacher smiled and said ,
"There's no answer to that"

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Dance Of The Night Fairies
By Paul McCann

Round the little fire in the middle of the night,
something strange was happening ,
it was a rare sight to see the fairies playing
harps, fiddles, and pipes .
They danced the night away ,
with flames for party lights .
The flames leapt from the fire
and danced with all of them ,
jumping up and spinning round and around again .
The glow within the fire began to flicker out ,
the sparks had lost their crackle
up the chimney spout .
One by one the fairies jumped into the fireplace,
just like that, they all disappeared without a trace .
The magic light had left but ashes for the day ,
dawn crept through the place
where fairies of fire play

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The Mermaid And The Pirates

By Paul Mc Cann

She was washed up on the shore lying upon the sand

Long hair fell across her shoulders , her tail not meant for land .

She tried to speak but her murmur ,I could not understand

She pointed to a pirate ship ,then clenched her open hand .

She shook her fist and then I saw the anger on her face .
I saw an open wound ,it was humanities disgrace .

I carried her back into the cave, no mans eyes had seen .

I dressed the mermaids injury ,where some harpoon had been .

Soon she was better ,and was fit to return to the sea .
So she returned back where she belonged and not here with me .

She flipped farewell with her tail and swam away to the sea .
Leaping in and out of the water , again she was free .

I watched the sky 'til the sun slipped away and out of sight .
I heard a mermaid singing as I fell asleep that night .

In the morning I awoke from a deep and peaceful rest .
I found lying there beside me a pirates treasure chest .

Gold and diamonds where filled to the top of this massive trunk .
That day out in the bay I saw a pirates ships had sunk .

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Jacks And Marbles

By Paul McCann

I had a couple of coloured marbles
as big as half a crown,
They were so heavy in my pocket they near pulled my trousers down
When they set two up near the brickyard I thought I would try my luck
Playing marbles in the muck with the boys
they were a sitting duck.
If ever I lost my marbles, there was always a game of Jacks.
On the streets of Belfast the winner took all,
street kids knew their facts.
In my pocket I had a set of Jacks that jingled like a band,
My fingers worked like a surgeon
scooping the jacks up in my hand

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Running Away With Me

By Paul Mc Cann

I never knew my driver
until the day I found football ,

Everyday I’d hammer away
against an old brick wall .

Some of the greatest players in the world played along with me ,

when I was young ,
and my imagination was wild and free

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Using Your Head
By Paul McCann

I said to the teacher ,
I am a poor creature ,
spare me the time to think .

I should have done my sums ,
with my fingers and thumbs ,
but my pen ran out of ink .

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Daddy's Girl

By Paul McCann

Little baby girls grow up,
soon they're someone's flames,
they're running down fun street
playing their little games .
At school they say
don't you know how to walk don't run.
Soon school will be over
and they'll be out for fun .
With that school girl grin
life for them will just begin
when love walks through the door .
Be happy, don't give in.
Keep your head up,
don't let them see you cry .
No tears for Daddy's girl
only happiness through the years .
When it's time for Daddy's girl to become a bride,
I'll be right there standing proud
and tall by your side . I can't hold back time
but here as I watch you grow,
one thing that never changes I think you should know .
You will always be Daddy's precious baby girl
and I love you more than anything in the world .

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Rainbows And Rivers
By Paul McCann

Under the multicoloured bridge a river flows to the sea .

Under the bridge we will sail in a open boat , you and me .

Over the multicoloured bridge stars shine so that we can see .

At the river's end there is a crock of gold for you and me .

Rainbows and rivers for us here on earth, with gold in the sky .

Multicoloured images of eternal life drift on by .

Steady as we go, we're sailing through the stars you and me .

Chasing rainbows and rivers to reach eternity.

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In this structure called the Idyll the poem must be of a strong image and its lyrical composition gives an account of a peaceful, romantic, or blissful scene or incident .

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A Still Moment

By Paul McCann

In the garden with my baby .
We smell a rose , we touch a tree .
We see a little butterfly .
We kiss and then we say goodbye
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Thumbs Up

By Paul McCann

I heard Dad say to Mum ,

"He always sucks his thumb."

He said to me one day,

"You'll suck that thumb away."

When I was six months old,

I got myself a hold .

I woke up one fine day,

and threw my hold away.

When I was just a boy,

Dad bought me a new toy.

Thank God for Dads and Mums,

for toys and holds and thumbs.

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The Back Seat Capsule

By Paul Mc Cann

My Dad has got this motor car that goes chug-a-lug-a-lug .

He puts me in my baby capsule where I feel safe and snug .

I like the motion of the car it makes me feel really cool .

It's great to be as small as me to fit into a capsule.

Dad drives the car into town and around and around the street .

He said one day it won't be long till I'm sitting in the seat.

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Parents On P Plates
By Paul McCann

We were happy enough, me and the wife, then along came the miracle of life .

Our first child was born right before our eyes .

Honoured , so honoured . Blessed, so blessed .

Surprised beyond belief what love had given us .

Each day I look at him . It's just too much .

Yes, he's really there . Yes, it's true .

Your little son is looking back at you . Daddy's my new name now , and I've a son .

Mummy's now my wife . New things have begun for both of us .

Things we never did before ,we're learning to do .

He's opened the door . Bringing up his wind after feeding time .

Hanging dozens of nappies on the line . It's a joy to be in such constant need .

I see the bond of a two hourly feed grow more day by day .

Proud parents are we to have been blessed by God with our baby .

Regular hugs bring a gleam to his eye . He's cute , so cute .

It's beaut to hear him cry . I know everybody wants a nurse ,but he's so special to us .

He's our first . Since he's come home he's taken over the show .

We love him so much , it's hard to let go . As far as love goes, it's thumbs up ,

we've passed . As parents on P plates we're learning fast.

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A Stormy Night

By Paul McCann

Tonight will be a stormy night ,
And to the town I have to go .
I’ll ride my bike on this rainy night ,
As the wind may wildly blow .
Be it hailstones or snowing ,
Or whatever it may be bringing .
I’ll be clinging to the handlebars ,
With the silver bell ringing

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Belfast Afternoons
By Paul McCann

Diamond buns and hay-stacks .
Coconut macaroons.
Baps and scones and currant squares.
Belfast afternoons.
Beano books and Sparkys,
annuals and cartoons.
Wee Dandy books and Toppers
and Belfast afternoons.
Toy windmills on birthdays
and blown up balloons.
Blowing bubbles,flying kites .
Belfast afternoons .
Snowball fights and conkers,
sucking and singing tunes .
But bonkers we're not
thanks to Belfast afternoons .

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There By The Window
By Paul McCann

A child in prayer with rosary beads in his hand .
He mutters words like someone's there to understand .
He speaks there to a friend with his face all aglow ,
he nods his head and smiles there beside the window .
The boy climbs into bed , an angels by his side ,
Over by the window the curtains slowly slide .
Outside the wind is wild,
a voice says ,
"I'm with thee "
but no one else is there as far as I can see .
"Goodnight God "
the boys says
"Thanks for hearing my prayer .
"Goodnight my little one I will always be there "

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The Ice Cream Man

By Paul McCann

On Sundays when the Ice Cream man is near,
The jingle of his music fills the ear,
When ever the Ice Cream man is about
you will see all the children jump and shout
for a special treat of an Ice Cream Cone.
sometimes life can be a moan, or a groan
but for the greediest of greedy guts
there are double toppings sprinkled with nuts.
Then suddenly right there before your eyes
life is wonderful and you take the prize.
With the promise of another Sunday ,
the ice cream man will come again to play
The jingle Jangle tunes into your ear
for the Ice Cream man will always be here

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Keeping It Quiet

By Paul Mc Cann

I've got a little secret that I'd like to share with you.
Age or size is not important to get your message through .
I might be just a baby but I know a thing or two .
If you want to get your own way , I'll tell you what to do .
When you want a cuddle, then what you need to do is cry .
Don't let them think you're well ,
always keep them wondering why .
If I get my own way I'll be as gentle as a lamb .
I've found for peace and quiet,
they'll do anything they can .

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The Irish Child
By Paul McCann

For the Northern Irish children
the troubles have been unkind .
Innocently they play in a world they try to leave behind .
You would have to see it for yourself ,
the wealth of their beauty .
The simple way they sing and dance ,
is so plain for all to see .
Storytelling and poetry is a daily offering ,
as their lives are cradled in the arms of
constant suffering .
An Irish child is a rare individual ,so I've found
The sound of their rare and kind footsteps
echo on holy ground .

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The Cot

By Paul Mc Cann

I love my Mum and Dad,

they're just the very best .

They've got this wooden cot,

where I lay down to rest.

There's little mobile friends,

that turn around a lot,

They play some peaceful songs,

as I sleep in my cot

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The Early Years
By Paul McCann

The early years I'm coming through,
I'm still not sure just what to do .
I'm just lost in wondering why ,
The early years can make me cry .
I'll promise not to bite your ears,
So bear with me through all the tears ,
I'm just a baby coming through ,
A world to tough for me to chew .
I'm like a bird that cannot fly ,
I'm on a cloud that's drifting by .
With each new day that reappears .
I'm coping with these early years.

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The House That Spoke

By Paul Mc Cann

A house made of wood that once understood ,
said to the world there ,
Hey it's so unfair .
Don't knock on my door , don't walk on my floor .
Can't anyone see ,
I once was a tree .
You've taken too much ,
enough is enough .
The forest was mine and now it's a crime ,
how you've cut me down to build up a town .
Hey don't sit on me ,
once I was a tree , and now I'm a chair .
How dare you sit there .
Hey don't lie on me ,
once I was a tree , but now I'm a bed .
So don't rest your head ,
Have you said your prayers ?
Don't walk up the stairs .
Don't walk over me I once was a tree .
I reached to the sky ,
Tall and green was I .
But now look at me ,
you have killed a tree .
Can't you see your sins ?
You cut off my limbs ,
You've stolen my fruits ,
You've dug up my roots ,
the life I once knew ,
has gone thanks to you .

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The Hush A Bye Wind

By Paul McCann

Listen to the wind ,
baby hush-a-by.
Don't worry baby .
Baby don't cry .
Sleep little baby ,
there's nothing to fear .
As the wind whispers gently in your ear .
The wind blows easy ,
the wind it blows slow .
Off to sleep my baby,
now off you go .
Listen to the wind baby ,
not a peep .
Baby asleep now .
Babies asleep .

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A Land Of Trick Or Treats

By Paul Mc Cann

Once again we find the time to catch up
where reality sleeps.
It's Halloween and the kids are about
asking for tricks or treats.
It's an innocent game they play
as they dress up to frighten you ,
In spite of it all
there's nothing as sweet to be unreal but true .
Living in a place where tricks and treats
are the games that children play .
It can make the dark clouds pass
and bring the sunshine around today

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Once Upon A Reflux Time
By Paul McCann

Once upon a time when Mother read a nursery rhyme

Life was like a dream feeding free from the reflux crime .

But along came the thing that made babies cry and cling ,

While the Mothers role became the puppet on a string .

You know when you’re alive when post natal drives you wild

And feeding times are a frenzy with a reflux child .

When there’s no weight and no gain, there’s no way you’re to blame,

And all the baby ever does is scream out in pain .

All the sleep that you’ve missed as well as the bonding bliss,

My Mama never told me there would be days like this .

The cradle is rocking and it really is shocking,

When your baby can’t deposit the dread unblocking .

The spirit is able but the flesh is unable,

Tell the world that reflux is not a childhood fable

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The Doves Coo

By Paul McCann

See the dove high up above asleep in the old oak tree .

Secure she'll be until the dawn sleeping quite contently .

Sleep dear one the day is done and it's time to rest your head ,

just like the dove high up above asleep in a feathered bed .

It's no surprise as you close your eyes sleep is where you'll be ,

like the dove above at rest in the branch of an oak tree .

Coo Coo the doves asleep and the world is so far away .

Like the dreams that are kept by angles for another day

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Teddy In The Sky

By Paul Mc Cann

I prayed God would send me a Teddy bear,
I need cuddles and no one seems to care .

I wish I had some one to hug me tight ,
it's lonely when you're all alone at night .

I'm just a lonely little baby boy ,
I wish that I had a friendly soft toy .

One that I could hold and could call my own ,
it's terrible when you're small and alone .

The clouds passed by as the sunshine fell down,
I snapped a picture up there I had found ,

A Teddy Bear was floating through the sky,
I caught a glimpse of it as it passed by .

A lost teddy bear right over my place .
God knew this little boy with a sad face ,

So he posted me Teddy in the sky .
Now I am so happy and I won't cry

Teddy and I are such a happy pair ,
I'm a little boy with a Teddy bear .

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Playing In The Park

By Paul McCann

In the park you can be as free as a bird ,
to swing and play ball or catch the wind
where ever it blows .
In the park there are places to run, climb,
spin, jump and shout
and your cheeks can go as red as a rose.
In the Park there are slides, rides ,
and butterflies to catch,
There are flowers and lots of places to hide .
Playing in the park is a magic place in the life of a child
Its a safe place to be outside

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Dream Beyond The Big Pond

By Paul McCann

There once was a duck that lived in a pond
he had a quack so sweet .
He had a fondness to waddle
beyond the pond and down the street .
On and on he went waddling
with a jigger and a swagger along .
Then he rested near a fairy tree
where he heard a little song.
It was the song of a nightingale
that made the little duck smile.
He was so tired after the end
of waddling a country mile.
So he yawned and closed his heavy eyes
and put down his little head .
He dreamt he was no longer a duck
but a teddy bear instead
and a little baby was his friend
held him close there by his side .
Night fell as the duck awoke
to find there was no place left to hide .
The dream had left the duck alone
without even saying goodbye.
So he waddled away back to the pond with starlight in his eye

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Children At Play

By Paul Mc Cann

Starting at one then off we went.
On pogo sticks our knees where bent
ready to hop,
on with the show.
Swift hopscotch feet can go go go,
Skipping away like billyo.
In our street we had lots of fun
We hit the ball and then we run.
We could make up songs on the spot.
and street games
we made up a lot.
The innocence of our childhood,
when we where young and times were good.
Playing marbles on mucky ground.
Our kaily hoops where spun around.
Bows and arrows and tommy guns,
we went to war as little ones.
In all the streets as children played,
imaginations often strayed.
Those where the days when we were young,
when games were made and songs were sung.

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Just A Baby

By Paul McCann

Still waters run deep
I was born.
For me it was a brand new morn.
Then your voice it began to speak.
Hello you said.
You kissed my cheek.
Just a baby I cried and cried .
You understood and how you tried .
You comforted and cared for me .
In all the world I knew to be,
you where everything out there.
Sometimes you shared my teddy bear.
Then you told me that you loved me.
and I trusted you completely
I think that you are so unique.
In fact you are just magnifique.

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Grandmas Old And Grey

By Paul McCann

Grandma said ,

“My oh my you’re growing up so fast.

I never even noticed but the years have gone so fast .“

The she said ,

“I love you”

Her voice was kind of sweet .

A tear rolled down her wrinkled face

And landed at my feet .

Her feeble hands were shaking

As she touched my face .

“I’m not long for this world “

She said.

”I’m not long for this place.”

Her pains are getting worse,

a little more each day.

Its hard when you feel young at heart

But .look so old and grey .

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Stardust

By Paul Mc Cann

There is a little angel who sweeps up heavens floor.

She gathered up the stardust and threw some round my door .

I needed some loving kindness and that did the trick,

The stardust took my loneliness’ and gave it the flick .

Love came in and children too then as the years went past ,

I found that little angel had made the stardust last .

It kept our love together and brought us happiness,

If the house was messy, well the dust was always blessed.

Everyday day the kids at play , what a joy to watch them.

Magic stuff is this stardust,

Its heavens little gem .

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The Queens Shoes
By Paul McCann

The queen of sorts she had no shoes,

She sold the king a chair .

The queen was cool and took a comb,

and run it through her hair .

The King said what’s the story there,

The queen said heres the news .

You’ve had the Jesters juggling,

With all of my good shoes .

The King said ,

Don’t be mean my Queen .

I’ll give you pots of gold .

The queen said,

In that case King,

I’ll buy back the chair I sold .

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Back Seat Capsule

By Paul McCann

My Dad has got this motor car that goes chug-a-lug-a-lug .

where I feel safe and snug .

I like the motion of the car it makes me feel really cool .

It's great to be as small as me to fit into a capsule.

Dad drives the car into town and around and around the street .

He said one day it won't be long till I'm sitting in the seat .

He puts me in my baby capsule

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Head Filled With Dreams

By Paul Mc Cann

Well when I was just a lad, what a time I had ,
kicking balls against brick walls ,
and running buck mad !
Singing songs like Queenio ,
skipping on my feet ,
Ah sure you know they were quare times nothing would beat .
I was such a happy child and so young and fit ,
I walked on my hands ,
my head was away with it .
Upside down I could walk with a head full of dreams ,
One two three red lights and
Mr Whippy's ice creams ,
Who can stop the traffic ?
Who's got the midas touch ?
My head has still got dreams .
Life hasn't changed that much

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Teething Time

By Paul McCann

My little teeth are coming through I don't know what to do
My Mum gave me a teething ring to sit all day and chew .
Dad said ,
"You've got to get your teeth before you eat your meat"
I watch him crunching crispy bacon as I suck my teat .
If only I had teeth like Dad I'd crunch my teething ring,
but all I have are red raw gums and my God how they sting .

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The Bridge To School

By Paul McCann

Between Pre-School and Primary school there is a little bridge .

As children start to find their feet along with other kids .

As children walk across this bridge they see another place .

On the other side big school is much easier to face .

As they journey through their school years that bridge still stands up strong .

The kindness that put it together lasts a lifetime long

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At The School Gate

By Paul Mc Cann

There is a weekday ritual to which I can relate .
The primary school at three o'clock ,
waiting at the gate .
The who's who and the what's new of our small community,
as children come out from school inhibitedly free .
They are looking for a face,
to be there it is great .
As all the Mums and Dads stand there ,
I join them at the gate .
I reach out with both my arms to greet my little son .
We walk to where the car is parked ,
before the buses come .
As it happens once again ,
school has finished for the day .
The children have learnt their lessons ,
teachers have earned their pay .
As time goes by my son will grow ,
and I shall leave the gate .
For he will make his own way home ,
to where I'll sit and wait .

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Floating Through Pre-School
By Paul McCann

It really does amaze me how quickly children grow .
Floating down stream, you could say ,
Its hard to let them go.
Now this is the first time
my small child will leave the home .
While he is at pre-school ,
I'm left to feel so alone .
They say don't worry yourself ,
the kids are in good hands .
Pre-schools have learnt to handle
all the parents demands .
Catering for nervous conditions ,
requires a skill .
There's a way if you allow others to do your will .
So each day I bring my child to pre-school I can see ,
a special place where their lives can be happy and free .
There are toys for girls and boys ,
games to play ,
songs to sing ,
picture puzzles ,
building blocks ,
even finger painting .
Kids live in a dream,
with big days in a little boat .
There is a place for my child to hang his hat and coat .
So I must allow my child to float down stream at play ,
for its a big world out there and he must find his way .
The treasure of these days are memories .
Precious things .
God bless all our pre-school kids ,
they're angels without wings

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On The Quiet

By Paul McCann

I've got a little secret that I'd like to share with you.
Age or size is not important to get your message through .
I might be just a baby but I know a thing or two .
If you want to get your own way , I'll tell you what to do .
When you want a cuddle, then what you need to do is cry .
Don't let them think you're well ,
always keep them wondering why .
If I get my own way I'll be as gentle as a lamb .
I've found for peace and quiet,
they'll do anything they can .

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The Ransom Of Innocence
By Paul Mc Cann

With a slap on the back ,
and a whack on the head ,
It's welcome to the world and baby you're on your own .

A baby comes into the world alone .
With Mothers arms and Mothers kisses ,
the baby feels at home .

How innocently Daddy smiles .
Silently he says ,
Don't grow up baby , stay small as long as you can .

How swiftly the tender years of childhood innocence
disappear .
How swiftly the boy became a man .

No more Mummy's kisses .
No more Daddy's smiles .
It seems innocence was ransomed ,
now the good times have passed .

A man has to stand alone .
A man must be brave .
I am alone in the world .
What more can this world ask ?

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Who Cares For The Children
By Paul McCann

The world is like a playground ,
so many children play there .
We must find the time to tell them
that some of us do care .
In the game where life is on the line ,
children live and die .
We are running out of time,
it's too late to ask them why .
We have to understand .
We have to trust .
We have to share .
We need to gather in .
We must show the children we care .
It can be a dangerous place here ,
innocent lead the blind .
Hustling,
bustling,
tussling ,
rustling ,
muscling to stay alive .
Racing and chasing ,
A little here and there to survive .
Who cares for the children ?
I do .
Don't let a good thing die .
We need to make safe the playground ,
as time goes passing by

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Hooks And Cooks
By Paul Mc Cann

There once was a cod on a hook ,
Caught by a hungry Captains Cook .

The good Captain and all the crew ,

They sat down to cod liver stew ,

And the cod at last lost the hook .

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Simple Things

By Paul McCann

Simple things for little boys,
things like simple toys or comic books.
Loving looks can bring so much joy
so if you have a little boy you call your own
love all his little ways
before he's fully grown.

Simple things for little girls
things like little bows for their little curls
polish for their little toes
take them into town shopping for some fancy clothes
as heaven knows how quickly a little girl grows .

Little boys and little girls love the simple things
like balls and dolls
or fluffy toys and water wings
colouring books, listening ears,
a helping hand
Yes simple little things are all they understand

Simple things are hard to see in this life we live
sometimes a second of your time is hard to give
Little ones need so much love
just to help them grow
Its always best to give the simplest things you know

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Choo-Choo Town

By Paul Mc Cann

Up the track a train did roll,
it tooted as it stopped.
The people there from Choo-Choo town on board they all hopped.
As the train pulled away it tooted so proud and strong
People there from Choo-Choo Town began to sing a song .
We're leaving on the midday train with a Hoot Toot Toot.
We are going to the city with a Root Toot Toot.
The train ran along the railroad tracks past fields, cows and grass .
Clickety clack the wheels on the track where turning fast .
The people on the train kept sing ever so loud
The little train kept rolling towards a larger crowd.
The passengers from Choo-Choo Town fell asleep that day
And they woke in a station very far away

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The Lucky Lottery
By Paul McCann

Now it's not that I am greedy
just more desperate and needy.
I am praying hard on my knees.
for first prize in the lotteries.
If only I hit the jackpot,
I would give half of what I got
to the homeless and the hungry
to the poor and others like me.
If I won the lottery prize.
I'd be healthy wealthy and wise .
Yes I would be wealthy indeed.
No more scrounging round for a feed.
For a change it would be funny,
having lots and lots of money.
The kids would have all that they need.
A head start for them to succeed.
Coins to throw in the wishing well.
Lots of recreation as well.
We would travel the world afar.
I would buy a big motor car.
Buy them all brand new clothes to wear.
We would be swellagant with flair.
I would not live in poverty.
If I could win the lottery.
I would buy some land and a home .
We could call it our very own.
The wife would have wardrobes of clothes,
her ring fingers in diamond glows.
No more backbreaking work for me.
If I could win the lottery .

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Butler Street Boys School 1964

By Paul McCann

Kicking a football before the school bell rings,
leaping like Bonetti as if I had wings.
Butler street kids know how to have fun at play.
Good morning teacher sir, you would hear us say.
With respect in our voice the Butler Street boys
Stood in our class lines without making a noise .
We lined up opposite the Herbert Street wall,
Like a small army we stood up proud and tall.
It was early morning 1966 , Another window Mr Toal had to fix,
Well who's responsible for this?
"Don't know sir"
The reply like a knife cut through the cold air .
The football sat with broken glass on the ground.
In the school yard some giggles echoed around.
"Come over here Nesbitt." Mr Moore did say.
Although innocent somebody had to pay.
So the teachers menace was Dennis that day.
Football was banned for a week but we could play.
The teacher told us to make our way to class.
We looked at the ball and walked through broken glass.
Get away from the glass came the chilling sound.
We went to pick up our bags in the playground.
The din of his voice shattered through all the class.
His welcome brought back a response just as loud,
" Good morning teacher" Said the Butler Street Kids.
His hand held a cane as we all did the skids.
The snow fell and we made our way to the doors,
up the stairs and then along the corridors.
With our red faces and cheeky smiles at school,
we all objected but it was overruled.
Dismissed by the teacher we found our way out,
to run round Ardoyne where we could scream and shout.
We all fit in together we stood in lines,
we began to grow and there were changing times.
Through the eyes of children we all had to grow ,
looking and learning things about life you know .
We ran and we fought, we were caught and let go
We were all taught until it was time to go.

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Teddy And Me And The Wife Make Three

By Paul Mc Cann

My Teddy and me we share the same bed.
We are very attached , me and my Ted .
Today we live in a family home ,
we have internet and a telephone .
We have some secrets we would like to share .
Long ago it was me and Teddy bear,
who discovered the world was in two parts .
One for the sad ,
and one for happy hearts .
When I was a baby I cried all day ,
but Teddy wiped all of my tears away .
We crawled around the cot,
across the floor ,
life was a playground each day to explore .
Teddy and me the unstoppable pair ,
together we both went everywhere .
There was too little time between the naps ,
there's too little moments captured in snaps .
The years have passed Teddy and I have grew ,
and the day came,
Teddy and I both knew ,
somebody else had come into our life ,
I had to break it gently to my wife .
"Darling "
I said on our honeymoon night ,
" I hope we don't end up having a fight ,
but there's someone else I really adore .
you have never been introduced before ,
his name is Teddy and he's in the bed ."
Out from the sheets I produced Teddies head .
Oh how we danced on our honeymoon night ,
Teddy and me when my wife said ,
" All right "
Now Ted and I we still share the same bed ,
with a household of kids and tears to shed .
There are two parts in this world that we share ,
But hugs bring us close ,
says my Teddy bear

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Just Floating On Through Pre-School
By Paul McCann

It really does amaze me how quickly children grow .
Floating down stream, you could say ,
Its hard to let them go.
Now this is the first time
my small child will leave the home .
While he is at pre-school ,
I'm left to feel so alone .
They say don't worry yourself ,
the kids are in good hands .
Pre-schools have learnt to handle
all the parents demands .
Catering for nervous conditions ,
requires a skill .
There's a way if you allow others to do your will .
So each day I bring my child to pre-school I can see ,
a special place where their lives can be happy and free .
There are toys for girls and boys ,
games to play ,
songs to sing ,
picture puzzles ,
building blocks ,
even finger painting .
Kids live in a dream,
with big days in a little boat .
There is a place for my child to hang his hat and coat .
So I must allow my child to float down stream at play ,
for its a big world out there and he must find his way .
The treasure of these days are memories .
Precious things .
God bless all our pre-school kids ,
they're angels without wings

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It Landed On The Lawn

By Paul McCann

The strange looking plants I found growing in the garden nobody knew .
The species was a mystery .
God only knows how they ever grew .
It's quite possible the seeds were sewn by wild birds some people said .
But no,
there were just too many of them,
scattered around the garden bed .

Then it was just by chance,
one morning I found out what was going on .
Pay attention and I'll tell you .
I really thought my mind was gone !
As I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes
and looked at the early dawn ,
there it was ,
as large as life .
This spaceship that had landed on the lawn .

Out came these two headed beings with green fingers ,
and huge web like feet .
They picked some of my roses
and then they sat down and began to eat.
One of them began to wave at me.
I opened the window,
and said ,
" Fancy a cup of tea?"
With a wink and a grin and a nod of the head.

Over they came chewing roses and spitting thorns with their eyes aglow ,
I said ,
"It's a strange time to visit and a weird way to say hello.
So these strange plants around my garden then ,
are from your home in the sky?"
They said ,
"Our mission on Earth
is to try and grow plants that never die"

Suddenly a strange purple mist fell down ,
and in a flash they were gone .
The spaceship blasted off,
leaving a scorch mark all across my front lawn .
I stood there speechless and stunned ,
thinking no one will ever believe me .
So I went back inside the house ,
and poured myself a strong cup of tea .

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The Mist Tree

By Paul McCann

In a forest grew a Mist Tree once upon a time .
honey cobwebs hung there,where the sun refused to shine.
The birds who used to sing of the Mist Trees honey hive .
Where captured by the Spiders who kept the tree alive,
The huge honey spiders stole the songs the birds all sang
And gave them to the Puppet King ,
who on strings did hang.
The moment that he heard the songs to the ground he fell
And threw the songs of the birds into the wishing well.
The owner of the well was as happy as could be
to hear the songs the birds sang to the lovely Mist Tree
Eventually the sun shone where honey cobwebs hung
and some strange new shadows now around the forest clung.
When the birds songs they where stolen from the wishing well
The Puppet King's reflection in the water did tell
Somewhere there is a place where the sun refused to shine
I heard the songs of the Mist Tree once upon a time

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Way Back Then

By Paul McCann

I still remember.
How my childhood years were spent
It came then it went.
I trusted everyone .
I was innocent and young .
How happy I sung
How many friendships begun.
I still remember.
Way back then when I was young

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A Kite At Ballysillan

By Paul Mc Cann

My Da made me a quare cracking kite
And said with a grin ,
“Your right to fly this kite “
said he
"Depends upon the wind”
I took the kite to Ballysillan
on a windy day .
It rose about a million miles
And then it flew away

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Me Alone

By Paul McCann

From what I’ve been told and as far as I can recall ,
It seems I came here alone .
With a paddywack on the backside,
This poor wee baby was crying on my own .
My Mammy kissed my tears away .
The world said come on grow up as fast as you can .
How swift and tender were my childhood dreams ,
and how quickly the child became a man .
No more Mammy’s kisses and no more Daddy’s smiles .
It seems the good times never last .
A man must stand alone .
So alone I stand in a world that continues to ask .
Are you happy in yourself and do you remember
all the good things life has shown ?
Where has the child gone ?

Was it hard growing up alone

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Playing Two Balls

By Paul Mc Cann

Playing two balls up against a brick wall,
with letters of the alphabet we call.
Sounding out a song ,
rebounding balls back ,
Playing two balls on brick walls .
That's a fact .

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Ceili Hoops And Guiders

By Paul McCann

I slicked up my soup and took my hoop ,
My Da he had a fit .
See we just muck about and we’re quite handy with our wit .
My mate Spider has a guider that we go on to explore,
But I’d rather take the Ceili hoop for a spin out the door .
I get fed up with some of the things My Da has to say .
Ceili hoops and guiders they just take me miles and miles away .
So I spun my Ceili and I run with Spider into town .
See Ceili hoops and guiders ,
they’re the best things going around .

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The Dogs And The Fair

By Paul Mc Cann

Bo-Bo and me we had two bob to spare.
Better than some who had none .

Says me to him come on and we'll see
the Carnival's on in Dundrum.

"Wait on" says he,
"for I've got a tip for a dog in the first at one".

We'll put our bluebell on Heltic Skeltic" says he ,
"then we'll have some fun".

Bo-Bo and me went as quick as could be
to see the bunny run.

It wasn't funny, the dog bit the bunny and ended up well done.

Bo-Bo and me had done our dough.
Our heads where hanging lower than some.

"We should have had more sense" says Bo-Bo
and went to the fair in Dundrum.

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Toffee Apples
By Paul McCann

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See my Mummy, she is capable and handy.
See my Mummy can coat an apple with candy
My Mum is great ,I am her toffee apple fan
I love to see them apples sticking in the pan
Come and get your Toffee apples, Mummy would shout
They're gone as fast as wincey up the water spout.

Jacks And Marbles
By Paul Mc Cann

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I had a couple of coloured marbles
as big as half a crown,
They were so heavy in my pocket they near pulled my trousers down
When they set two up near the brickyard I thought I would try my luck
Playing marbles in the muck with the boys
they were a sitting duck.
If ever I lost my marbles, there was always a game of Jacks.
On the streets of Belfast the winner took all,
street kids knew their facts.
In my pocket I had a set of Jacks that jingled like a band,
My fingers worked like a surgeon
scooping the jacks up in my hand

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Bonfire Night
By Paul McCann

There’s always a chair no one needs

and there’s a door that’s no use anymore .

We’re looking for some wood ,

it’s Bonfire night ,

And time we went knocking the door.

Hey missus do you see that old gate there ,

Well can we take it off your hands ?

The Belfast sky needs lit up tonight ,

And that old gate there could be your mans.

There are flames that leap up from Belfast streets ,

As a strange kind of magic glows .

Burnt toast and charcoaled spuds have a taste of their own ,

why ?

Sure only God knows

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Mucking Up
By Paul McCann

Sometimes they can stretch the human fibre

beyond the limits where no one has ever been before .

To a place where patience is as thin

and smiles are a worn out bandaid on an open sore .

Mucking up is one of those things kids do,

But what ever you do don't let them drive you mad .

Keep your head and don't let them see

anything other than

A loving, caring, Mum or Dad

Because Its Sunday
By Paul McCann
Outside its windy and cool .
I don't have to go to school .
I don't have to catch the bus.
I don't have to make a fuss,
because its Sunday .

I won't read or write some prose .
I don't have to wear school clothes.
I don't need to use a pen .
I just need to say Amen,
because it's Sunday

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Strawberry Time

By Paul McCann

Strawberry shortcakes for breakfast, Strawberry jelly for lunch.
Strawberry jam on fresh bread and fresh strawberries for brunch.
Strawberries for Mummy and Daddy ,strawberries too for me
When the school kids get home it's strawberries for afternoon tea
Strawberry patches on clothes that are worn for the world to see
I am living in strawberry times with all my family .

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Picture Box People

By Paul Mc Cann

Tea Time with Tommy and TV for kicks .
Switching the channel for scene around six .
Z-Cars at night time till you drop to sleep .
Bop- Bop De Bop Weed for five days a week .
Look out for Tommy the tank engine too .
He could be on a platform right near you .
Postman Pat hit the sack, all's well they say .
In Noddy Land millions of miles away .
Picture box people live on the TV .
Picture box people are all I can see

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Halloweens Knock

By Paul McCann

Halloween is seen and unseen.
Like a ghost or a bump in the night .
It may wake that scream locked up inside you .
It could scare you out of sight !
A strange caller may come to the door ,
and ask for a trick or a treat .
Leave your light on at Halloween,
for it could be dark out on the street

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This a poem where each consecutive word
begins with each consecutive letter of the alphabet
from a to z .

The Evolved Dude
By Paul Mc Cann

A Breed Called Dude Evolved From Good .
How Incredible Just Kind Loving Mature Noble Orderly People .
Quite Rational Sophisticated Teenagers.
Ultra Venerable Wise Xtians
Young Zealots
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Fairies Under The Willow Tree

Paul McCann

The garden was draped with mystic silk
as the sun arose
Beneath the willow tree I sat
wearing warm autumn clothes.
Leaves blew at my feet
and threw themselves into a small pile.
Autumns bleakness had caught up with me again for a while
In this enchanted garden where I sat upon a seat,
with the warmth of my memories
I drifted off to sleep.
Then surrounded by fairies I was unable to speak
as they whisked me away ,
where the mist kissed me on the cheek.
In green glades tall trees stood sadly
as their leaves blew away,
fairies danced in leaves
as if it were a game to play,
where gossamer threads stitched the sunlit patches that lay bare
in the dappled light as I slept under the willow there.
The mist turned to gold
and dripped like water down to the ground
and then the fairies scooped up the all the golden leaves around .
The leaves where placed into pots and the fairies set to work,
digging holes,
and planting pots of golden leaves in the dirt.
Suddenly around the garden
golden buttercups bloomed,
as the fairies scattered between
the soft light and the gloom,
they returned from the half light
and pots of gold they carried .
Underneath the buttercups ,
is where their gold was buried .
I awoke and felt
a kind of strangeness creep over me.
It was like someone was there with me ,
but how could that be?
I looked around the garden,
it's secrets hidden away .
I asked the Willow tree who was there ,
but it would not say.
I asked the falling leaves
that fell down upon the ground there ,
but they just rustled about in the crisp clear morning air .
I asked the garden statues
but they would not say a thing .
I asked the birds in the trees
but all they could do was sing.
The day was getting on
and time was running after eight.
Mother nature pointed her finger at the garden gate.
In the garden
another set of footprints were quite clear.
I must have slept walked,
unless someone else had been in here.
As I walked through the gate
over there by the Willow tree ,
the sun seemed to shine a little brighter than previously .

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A Thick Ear

By Paul Mc Cann

Oh Mammy, Daddy, Uncle Joe
I have to clean out Grannys poe .
In the back yard I scrubbed it out,
A cat climbed up the water spout .
Nosey beak across the street there
Told the whole world , it isn’t fair .
Well what about it well here dear .
I could give her a real thick ear

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Blankminded Billy

Paul McCann

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It was just before noon ,
when old Mrs Muldoon,
saw Billy coming up to the door .

He walked kind of silly,
have pity on Billy ,
he forgot what he had come there for .

It happens to us all ,
old Muldoon did recall,
standing right there outside the front door.

As a matter of fact ,
her memory was slack ,
for she didn't live there anymore .

But God love him and her,
they were a right old pair ,
happily married for 3 score years .

It just goes to show you,
love is like morning dew ,
ever brighter as the mist all clear

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The Prayer Of A FatherBy Paul McCann
Father I join my hands in prayer and kneel down in this place
In the innocence of Jesus I ask you to embrace.
The times I try
the times I cry
the times I cannot bear
The times my words are never heard
the times I'm worried sick.
The times when I feel left out
and I'm no ones favourite pick .
Father your love is always there,
It lives deeply within.
I know that children's demands Lord ,
never ever give in .
I am learning that you too will answer me in good time .
Father I am asking you to help these children of mine.
Help them to know you like I do,
keep them safe in your care.
Dear Father in heaven help them
when I cannot be there.

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Designer Baby Wear

By Paul McCann

Pretty colours of pinks and blues.
Jump suites with socks.
Soft jumping shoes.
The clothes I wear I cannot choose .
A babies size is ones and twos.
Nothing to win.
Nothing to loose.
As fashion goes no one goo goos

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Christmas At the Station

By Paul Mc Cann

It's as hot as hell this time of year ,
and the smell of dungs thick in the air .
All the ranch hands are fast asleep ,
and there is not a creature stirring there .
It's Christmas time down under in the outback
and snoring has just begun ,
the jackeroos have hung up their stockings
in the hope that Santa will come ,
on a sleigh with a sack full of things
he has brought from beyond tinsel town .
Gripplers ,ropes , and stacks of new year hopes ,
with a cold slab to wash it all down .

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A Christmas Interrogation

By Paul McCann

Last year when you called Santa I noted down a number of things
Now I want your truthful answers. OK ?
The note I wrote you I found in Daddy's pocket .
I never found any marks of a reindeer or a sleigh .
So Ho-Ho-Ho Father Christmas ,
I know who you are?
I saw the cushions you used to make you look fatty .
That Santa suit doesn't fool me .
You have the same after shave .
The same missing tooth.
The same eyes as Daddy.
Don't try to kid me Santa because Mr. Clause I know for a fact,
you can't get up and down the chimney.
Another thing is that beer I leave you each year
is Daddy's favourite too
So that says it all for me .
The thing is the ring you wear is just like Dads,
and those glasses are also the same.
So tell me if you're game.

Well Son , Santa's the name.
Making kids happy is my game
and Christmas without me just wouldn't be the same.
Don't be blinded and bluffed by what you think you know .
People say Santa how do you know who's been good and bad .
I tell them look into your hearts and believe me .
If you don't believe in Santa then go and ask your Dad .

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The Little Teddy Bear

By Paul McCann

I'm just a little lonely Teddy bear,
I don't have a home does anybody care .
I wish I had some one to hug me tight ,
it's so cold when you're alone through the night .
I'm just a lonely little baby boy ,
I wish that I had a friendly soft toy .
One that I could hold and could call my own ,
it's terrible when you're small and alone .
The postman passed by as the snow fell down,
He picked up a package there on the ground ,
There was no name or address written there ,
It reads,
A lost and lonely teddy bear .
The postman knew a boy who had a sad face ,
So he posted the Teddy at his place ,
now the two are such a happy pair ,
The little boy had his own Teddy bear

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Throw The Day Out

By Paul Mc Cann

It was one of those days when I had to keep cool .
The bus had left and the kids weren't going to school .
The baby was screaming and going up the wall ,
I hung up the wash as the rain started to fall .
Inside all the children ran to answer the phone ,
While I for an instant stepped in the twilight zone .
I was faced with the housework and nowhere to turn ,
a knock came to the door ,
the lunch started to burn .
I tried and tried and couldn't get anything done ,
it was total mayhem ,
disaster struck at one .
I tried to bake a cake and almost broke a leg ,
I had the ingredients ,
all except an egg .
The cake became a Frisbee I had learnt to throw,
I kept my cool as the day went out the window

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Teddy Me And The Wife Make Three
By Paul McCann

My Teddy and me we share the same bed.
We are very attached , me and my Ted .
Today we live in a family home ,
we have internet and a telephone .
We have some secrets we would like to share .
Long ago it was me and Teddy bear,
who discovered the world was in two parts .
One for the sad ,
and one for happy hearts .
When I was a baby I cried all day ,
but Teddy wiped all of my tears away .
We crawled around the cot,
across the floor ,
life was a playground each day to explore .
Teddy and me the unstoppable pair ,
together we both went everywhere .
There was too little time between the naps ,
there's too little moments captured in snaps .
The years have passed Teddy and I have grew ,
and the day came,
Teddy and I both knew ,
somebody else had come into our life ,
I had to break it gently to my wife .
"Darling "
I said on our honeymoon night ,
" I hope we don't end up having a fight ,
but there's someone else I really adore .
you have never been introduced before ,
his name is Teddy and he's in the bed ."
Out from the sheets I produced Teddies head .
Oh how we danced on our honeymoon night ,
Teddy and me when my wife said ,
" All right "
Now Ted and I we still share the same bed ,
with a household of kids and tears to shed .
There are two parts in this world that we share ,
But hugs bring us close ,
says my Teddy bear .

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A Babies Smile

By Paul Mc Cann

There was this little baby who had found it hard to creep .

The little baby also found it very hard to sleep .

The little darling baby found some words were hard to say .

It was much too hard for the baby to put his toys away.

Grown ups don't realise it's very hard to be so small .

Babies keep on smiling, because for them that's not hard at all

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Picnic Signs

By Paul McCann

Deep down in the woods pigs secrets can be heard .
By invitation only a picnic shared .
Pussy cats and puppy dogs just wander round.
Come on down to the woods today and be found .
The fish are having baths in a sunlit stream.
The cows are waking teddy bears from their dream.
It's a nice day for a picnic said the cow.
A puppy dog thought how funny bow wow wow .
The teddy bears came along the garden path
With pots of honey and a little laugh.
There's something about honey when its runny.
There's something about rainbows when its Sunny
The stuffed toys looked up at fluffed clouds in the sky
With honey pots in the corner of their eye
There's a sign down in the woods that makes it clear.
Sticky fingered Teddy bears are welcome here

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Pocket Money

By Paul Mc Cann

Three in the hand and four in the bush .
All it takes is a wee bit of push.
Sort it all out and make a few bob .
It goes a long way
It does the job.
Use your loaf don't be a silly dope.
Skipping no fun when you're out of rope.
A wee birdy told me so you know,
how to make your pocket money grow .

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Shop On The Hill

By Paul McCann

On a chocolate hilltop
is a lollipop shop
where you can stay until
you have eaten your fill.
There are caramel swirls
with honey walnut twirls
in the shop on the hill
where its free as your will

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One Today

By Paul Mc Cann

Diddle Doodle Dumpling honey from the bee,
Little Sugar Blossom dancing happily
All the birds are singing just for you today,
My Baby Darling you're one happy birthday .

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There's More To Life After Four
By Paul McCann

It seems when you are four
there's so much more happening to you ,
You're growing up and the clothes you wore ,
your body has outgrew .
4 years olds know how to eat up all their dinner
from the plate .
They talk prouder .
They laugh louder and they can dance really great .
Apart from singing new songs ,
they have lots of stories to tell .
Oh yes ,
4 year olds also get more birthday presents as well .
When you're 4 you can run really fast ,
and jump bigger puddles .
Sure you might fall harder ,
but you get lots more hugs and cuddles .

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A Catholic Turning 10
By Paul McCann

Everything will go better for you after you are 10 because
God sent us that many commandments and we must obey his laws .
There are 10 hail Mary’s in each decade of the rosary to say .
God gave us 10 fingers and 10 toes and we don't need beads to pray .
Some people say that when you get 10 out of 10 its very good .
When you’re Catholic and 10 you immediately become a cool dude.

. A Breast Fed Baby

By Paul McCann

I'm just a tiny tot
I'm breast fed to the top.
I can't talk all that much
But I have Mothers touch.
It feels like heavens silk
This thing called Mothers milk.
I really do adore
This life and so much more.
Between the two of us.
I don't make such a fuss
I suck hard and I clutch
And now I've had too much .
Sometimes I have to chuck.
Its getting hard to suck.
My teeth are coming through.
I'm learning something new.
Counting hours by four.
Because now what's in store .
Is in a bottle there .
And although its not fair
Guess I have to agree.
No more breast milk for me.

Tickle Time

By Paul Mc Cann

I know Dad means no harm all the same.
Sometimes he loves playing this wee game.
When he tickles my fingers and toes
He laughs as loud as me I suppose.
Over and over and round and round .
I'm tickled and lifted off the ground
Thrown into the air both feet first.
My tickly box is almost burst .
I'm terrified now with tickling
In fact its almost quite sickening.
If I could get that Teddy alone.
Or piggie who went all the way home.
I would poke both of them in the eye.
and tickle them until they would cry.

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Grandas Off His Rocker
By Paul McCann

Grandad sat in the rocker
Watching a game of soccer
Aunt Rita got a shock there
When Grandad screamed in the air
The referee's a mocker
Said Grandda off his rocker
He's mucking up the soccer.
Grandma she fell asleep there
Aunt Rita couldn't stop her.
The game was not that proper
It ended in a shocker.
Littlewoods and the soccer.
and Grandad off his rocker

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Life's Ro Ro Rosy

By Paul Mc Cann

There's a trout about to wriggle somewhere
There a pigs oink with its snout in the air .
There's a whiff and a sniff of something there
With the fox on a run chasing a hare.
It a gentle roll of a hill and yet
some might through the passing of time forget.
Puppies have their ears
Kittens have a nose.
There's nothing as beautiful as a rose
We all have a secret nobody knows
In whispering grass where Rosemary grows.
Where there is life there is something to show
Its Ro Ro Rosy coming up real slow.
Its just like the sun when you see it rise.
It blooms it flowers, it lives and it dies.
Butterflies into the sky fly away.
Forget me not remember me someday.

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Sorry The Top Fell Off

By Paul McCann

Sorry I stuffed up .
I went off the rails and into a skid .

I don’t even know the reason why I did the things I did .

To tell you the truth I feel awkward
like a overgrown kid .

Can we put things back the way it was before
and close the lid ?

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A Mirror World

By Paul McCann

I look into a mirror, imagining a world in there.
The person who looks back at me always seems to stare.
But each time I turn my back on him I wonder what goes on .
Does that world inside the mirror miss me when I'm gone ?

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The Habitual Ritual

By Paul McCann

It's not for the need of a feed
It's greed and that's a fact .
That little munch after lunch
That quick snack between a snack
It's the daily ritual of the over eating kind
A nibble here a nibble there
It's matter over mind
Here's food for thought when nought's there
And the cupboards have gone bare
Go out and face the world,
for there's a place to eat somewhere.

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Dumped In A Doorway

By Paul McCann

I heard a little baby cry from a cardboard box .
Lying in a tiny ball without a pair of socks .
Newspaper for a blanket ,
A doorway for a home ,
Someone left that baby there
in this world all alone .
Some people must think life is a disposable thing,
In the same doorway there
were rubbish bags tied with string .

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Breath Easy Jack
By Paul McCann

Fe-fi-fo-fum
the giant is here and my bad wind has come .

Oh dear bad odour.
Oh no, ogre .
Don't eat me I'm too young .

As sure as hell
he'll smell me out
and I'll end up in the pot .

I shouldn't have ate those magic beans .
Now bad winds all I've got .

Suddenly the giant see's me
but what's that awful smell says he .

It's only Jack and I've come back
with a smelly bum you see .

So I went on if you eat me up
you'll spit me out real soon .
The giant walked off
and left me
on the edge of his silver spoon

Reflections

by Paul McCann

My reflections in this mirror of life

no one can see as I’m collecting most everything

that’s gathered up for me .

Each day I see reflections in my mind ,

it helps me get further on down the line ,

each day I see as I reflect through time .

Sometimes its good remembering the past .

Once I was young , I was an innocent baby

and clung to such innocent fun

These reflections I see are looking back at me .

In this mirror life here , it seems to me

there’s more than the eye can see .

Thank you for reading my work

Paul