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There Was A Young Lady Called Michelle

There was a young lady called Michelle
Who had a friend named Nell.
They lived on my street
And we would meet
By the local wishing well.

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There was a young lady called Michelle
Who decided her soul to sell.
Having run out of money
The devil paid her in honey,
Or so her friends do tell.

When Young

When young
His blood was hot.
He flung
Himself into expense
And many a wench
Did smile
A crocodile smile
As with each python hug
He dug
His own trench.

As he grew older, his blood cooled somewhat
Though heaven knows
That passion hot
Still arose
From time to time
And manifested itself in
What some call sin …
Though to rhyme
Is no crime …

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A Sober Satyr Reflects

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So many angels with broken wings.
Do fortune’s slings
Bring them low?
Some things
I know
And wish it where not so.

Heaven is here
When angels are near,
But as the years advance
The dance
Is ever more staid.
I have with angels played
And for the pleasure paid.

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There Was A Man Who Lived In The Gloom

There was a man who lived in the gloom
As he would allow no light in his room.
Many say that he was a vampire
And very few had any desire
To meet that man who dwelt in the gloom!

There Was A Young Man Called Friend

There was a young man called Friend
Who did me some money lend.
When I hid away
And refused to repay
It drove him round the bend!

A Short Analysis of Philip Larkin’s ‘Going, Going’

There are calls for the “relaxation” of the rules which protect England’s “Green Belt” (those green areas on which building is not permitted). Such calls (so far resisted by government) bring to mind this poem by Larkin.

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A reading of one of Larkin’s most famous poems

We’ve analysed a fair few Philip Larkin poems over the last year or so, and had largely said everything we had to say about his work. But we’ve been inspired to write about ‘Going, Going’ because of popular...

I Find It Strange

I find it strange when those who have more than me
Defend Marx’s ideology,
While I, who am admittedly possessed of a sufficiency
Argue for a free society

I Am For An English Libertie

I am for
An English libertie
Wherein,
When I close my door,
I am free
To sin
(Whatever sin may be).

I am for
An English libertie
Where the law
Protects person and propertie
And the weak
Who can not for themselves speak.

I am for
An English libertie
Where people who’s views I dislike
Can sleep easy at night
And they extend the same courtesie
To me.

I am for
An English libertie
Where students can not ban those with whom they disagree
From campus under “no platform”, for that is not free
Spee...

Silence

Silence enfolds,
Holds
Me.
In her soothing arms.
How well I know her charms.

I abhore
The crowd’s inane roar
Where those who shout loudest are too often heard
And the liar’s honeyed word
Is sweet
In the ears of those who long to eat.

The crowd will crucify
Those who are found to lie.
But tis a truth most drear
That tis the lie they long to hear.

The multitude hate
The silence for it makes them think,
So turn to drink
And prate
Of matters they only half comprehend.

I shall defend
The freed...