Poems by Vernon Scannell
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A Case Of Murder
... But he had to do something with the dead thing there ...
A City Remembered
... And when it sputtered out, hung charred and sombre, ...
Ageing Schoolmaster
... And think of when I rolled, a gormless boy,And rollicked round the playground of my hours, ...
Death In The Lounge Bar
... ' 'She said: grey suit, cream shirt, blue tie, ...
Incendiary
... And frightening, too, that one small boy should set ...
Juan In Middle Age
... That he's a champion still, though slightly grey, ...
Lesson In Grammar
... you Have misplaced the direct object: the longer I live ...
Makers And Creatures
... Does He say, "That"s really not too bad", Or does He, as I fear, ...
Nettles
... 'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears, ...
Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon
... Vicious rope, glaring blade, the gun cocked to kill ...
Silver Wedding
... Silver WeddingThe party is over and I sit among ...
The Men Who Wear My Clothes
... The men who wear my clothes walked past my bed ...
The Terrible Abstractions
... He keeps fires burning boldly all night through, ...
They Did Not Expect This
... While she spends many hours looking in the bottoms of teacups ...
Where Shall We Go?
... A grey 'Hello'.And sees, for one sly instant, in her eyes ...
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