VERNA MAY HICKEY

The poetry works of Verna May Hickey was written by her son Brian (brownlickie) to show the creative side to this wonderful person that children adored. She died on the 02.06.2000 after many years of poor health, and I hope she is looking down from above having a good laugh at the poems she created. Having said that, I hope you enjoy her poetry and leave her feedback that she deserves.

regards brownlickie

.A dog came over the top of the hill

And he grumbled as he trotted along

The street was as quiet as the dead of the night

And he wondered what had gone wrong.

Once there were so many great things to do

AS a dog only knows how it feels

To be chasing the postie till he falls of his bike

Then nip in for a go at his heels.

And whatever has happened to that cat up the street

He was always good for a laugh

You just lay and wait just inside the gate

And wait for the fool to go past.

That mean looking ginger cat just down the road

With bindis all over his coat

He makes out he’s asleep till you get near his feet

Then leaps up and goes for your throat.

Yes, now life is different not quite the same

You’re just scared to take a deep breath

Its no longer right to fight for your life

And frighten old ladies to death

If you bark in the morning to give master warning

Of a noise, that seem to make sense.

But the mongrel comes out with a curse and a shout

And his boot lift you over the fence.

Yes- may as well face it, the fun is all gone

Best to lay down and sleep like a log

And dream of the days when a dog knew his place

And this place was fit for a dog.

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