READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, October 11

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This week’s poems were contributed by J Rogers and Trish Rissen.


O Lord, I wish I were thin
There’s jeans that I’d like to fit in
God knows I try not to cheat
But sometines you just have to eat
O Lord, I wish I were thin.

O Lord, I wish I were thin
All my big clothes could go in the bin
I’d wear small sexy dresses
Have long golden tresses
O Lord, if I were thin.
O Lord, I wish I were thin
I’d like to be thin like a pin
Boys would whistle and stare
If I just stood there
O Lord, if I were thin.

O Lord, your plan’s not that great
To make me carry this weight
But that’s fine! That’s okay
But I’d just like to say
Get St Peter to widen the gate.



Near where we live today,
Saxons used to work and play.
Like us they made plans and schemes,
Lived and loved, had hopes and dreams.

For centuries close by they slept,
While Suffolk land their secret kept.
Interred with ancient ritual of course
Even a warrior and his horse.

Centuries of uninterrupted peace
Until modern man caused it to cease.
No longer a Saxon resting place For modern man demands their space.