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A selection of poems and ditties
from the pen of J R Booker..
Latterly of High Street and
Hyndley Road, Bolsover
and a proud ex-pupil of:
Welbeck Road Infants,
 Bolsover CofE Juniors (The Nats),
and Shirebrook Grammar.

Compiled and published in awe and admiration by younger brother Geoff.

Age. Fac ut gaudeam -
Go ahead. Make my day!

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Telepathy, maybe. Sixth sense, perhaps......

You can't see it coming (or going)...

Next time as tha sat next to thi missus,
Teck a good look at her, anatomicalleee.
Cos, what tha knows as tha’s got two of,
Tha can be sure as she’s got three!
 
Its invisible, tha waint find it,
Its baffled all medical checks.
But it’s theer or'rate, and its
Watching every move as tha mecks!!
 
Just experiment, and pull faces behind her back,
She’ll be on to thee straight away.
Its tuned to your bodily vibrations,
And guided by a mysterious X-ray!
 
It can see round tellywag poles,
And can penetrate through bricks and mortar,
And distance is no barrier at all,
If tha doin’ summat as tha shouldn’t oughta.!

Its an organ that grows more powerful,
The longer that tha’s been wed.
You can’t dodge it, can’t fool or mislead it,
It’s the eye in the back of her head.!!
 
 

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