Last Time, This Time, That Time, Next Time...

Poem By Vicky Vickstah

And if it snowed and snow covered the drive
he took a spade and tossed it to one side.
And always tucked his daughter up at night
And slippered her the one time that she lied.
And every week he tipped up half his wage.
And what he didn't spend each week he saved.
And praised his wife for every meal she made.
And once, for laughing, punched her in the face.

And for his mum he hired a private nurse.
And every Sunday taxied her to church.
And he blubbed when she went from bad to worse.
And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse.

Here's how they rated him when they looked back:
sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that.

Comments about Last Time, This Time, That Time, Next Time...

And for his mum he hired a private nurse. And every Sunday taxied her to church. And he blubbed when she went from bad to worse. And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse. very fine poem. tony
Here's how they rated him when they looked back: sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that..........fantastic thoughtful.......greatly eneded
whats his most famous sonnet though
Years ago I taught Armitage's poetry. I loved it then and love it now!
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