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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Roger McGough

'The trouble with snowmen,'
Said my father one year
'They are no sooner made
than they just disappear.

I'll build you a snowman
And I'll build it to last
Add sand and cement
And then have it cast.

And so every winter,'
He went on to explain
'You shall have a snowman
Be it sunshine or rain.'

***

And that snowman still stands
Though my father is gone
Out there in the garden
Like an unmarked gravestone.

Staring up at the house
Gross and misshapen
As if waiting for something
Bad to happen.

For as the years pass
And I grow older
When summers seem short
And winters colder.

The snowmen I envy
As I watch children play
Are the ones that are made
And then fade away.


from Selected Poems, 2006 at Penguin Books.

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Roger McGough

The Act of Love lies somewhere
between the belly and the mind
I lost the love sometime ago
Now I've only the act to grind.

Brought her home from a party
don't bother swapping names
identity's not needed
when you're only playing games.

High on bedroom darkness
we endure the pantomime
ships that go bang in the night
run aground on the sands of time.

Saved in the nick of dawn
it's cornflakes and then goodbye
another notch on the headboard
another day wondering why.

The Act of Love lies somewhere
between the belly and the mind
I lost the love sometime ago
Now I've only the act to grind.

from Selected Poems, 2006 at Penguin Books.

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Roger McGough

Two of a kind, we have so much in common
I thought, as I cycled past her on the Common.

Our bags were stuffed with soiled belongings
Was she lonely too? Filled with untold longings?

I could write a tune, a poem or a play for her
Knowing that soon I would make a play for her

ALthoigh our eyes had met only moments ago
Once inside, I decided to give it a go

Cried: 'Let's put our clothes into the same wash!'
The look of horroe tole me that it wouldn't wash

'Let's save time and money. Share our washing powder.'
But she turned her back and snapped, 'Take a powder.'

She needed her own machine. To run her own cycle.
So I unloaded, and lonely, rode home on my cycle.

from Selected Poems, 2006 at Penguin Books.

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Roger McGough

Today is not a day for adultery.
The sky is a wet blanket
Being shaken in anger. Thunder
Rumbles through the streets
Like malicious gossip.

Take my advice: braving
The storm will not impress your lover
When you turn up at the house
In an anorak. Wellingtons,
Even coloured, seldom arouse.

Your umbrella will leave a tell-tale
Puddle in the hall. Another stain
To be explained away. Stay in,
Keep your mucus to yourself.
Today is not a day for sin.

Best pick up the phone and cancel.
Postpone until the weather clears.
No point in getting soaked through.
At your age, a fuck's not worth
The chance of catching a 'flu.

from Selected Poems, 2006 at Penguin Books.

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By: Alin Marin | January 01, 1970

by Roger McGough

It seems unlikely now
that I shall ever nod in
the winning goal for Everton
and run around Wembley with the cup.

Unlikely too
that I shall rout
the Aussies at Lords
with my deadly inswingers

that I shall play
the romantic lead in a Hollywood film
based on the Broadway musical
in which I starred

that I shall be a missionary
spreading wisdom and the Word of God
amongst out pagan brethren

it all seems unlikely now
and so I see dreams more mundane
ambitions more easily attained
a day at the seaside
a poem started
a change of beard
an unruly orgasm
a new tracksuit

and at the end of each day
I count my successes
(adding 10 if I go to bed sober)
by thus ...

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