Pam Ayres Poems

Name:- Meenakshi & Sheila Class:- IXTH

Pam Ayres:- (Introduction)

Pam Ayres MBE (born 14 March 1947) is an English poet, songwriter and presenter of radio and television programmes. Her 1975 appearance on the television talent show Opportunity Knocks led to a variety of appearances on TV and radio shows, a one woman touring

Pam Ayres Poems:Oh, I Wish Id Looked After Teeth Wood Land Burial They Should Have Asked My

Husband Yes, Ill Marry You, My Dear

Oh, I Wish Id Looked After Teeth

Oh, I wish Id looked after me teeth, And spotted the dangers beneath All the toffees I chewed, And the sweet sticky food. Oh, I wish Id looked after me teeth. I wish Id been that much more willin When I had more tooth there than fillin To give up gobstoppers, From respect to me choppers, And to buy something else with me

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right, I flashed it about late at night, But up-and-down brushin And pokin and fussin Didnt seem worth the time I could bite! If Id known I was paving the way To cavities, caps and decay, The murder of fillins, Injections and drillins,

Wood Land Burial

Dont lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all, Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold. There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree To grow resplendent before God and

They Should Have Asked My Husband

You know this world is complicated, imperfect and oppressed And its not hard to feel timid, apprehensive and depressed. It seems that all around us tides of questions ebb and flow And people want solutions but they dont know where to go. Opinions abound but who is wrong and who is right.

Hell clarify the situation; he will make it crystal clear Youll feel the glazing of your eyeballs, and the bending of your ear. Corruption at the top, hes an authority on that And the Mafia, Gadafia and Yasser Arafat. Upon these areas he brings his intellect to shine In a great compelling voice thats twice

Yes, Ill Marry You, My Dear

Yes, Ill marry you, my dear. And heres the reason why. So I can push you out of bed When the baby starts to cry. And if we hear a knocking And its creepy and its late, I hand you the torch you see, And you investigate. Yes Ill marry you, my dear, You may not apprehend it, But when the tumble-drier goes

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