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The Ginsberg Skeleton
Pay-back Time
Tomorrow Has Your Name on It
5 Car Family
The Late Night News
Crazy Bastard
All in Time to the Music
A Song Just for Me
The Care Less Cat
And So to Bed
The Likes of Us
[photo Nick Wright]

'the highlight of the festival' Weaver Words, Frodsham Literature Festival

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'His poetry is like a supermodel who can complete a Sudoku puzzle moments before swishing down the catwalk --- easy on the eye and smart as a whip.' Lorne Jackson, Birmingham Daily Post

Roger McGough, ‘a trickster you can trust’, is one of Britain’s best-loved poets for both adults & children.

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He was awarded his O.B.E. for services to poetry in 1997 and more recently a C.B.E. He was recently honoured with the Freedom of the City of Liverpool.

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"There you go son. Makes you smell like Roger McGough."
© Bill Stott 

His autobiography Said And Done (Century) explores overnight fame with Lily The Pink, The Scaffold and Yellow Submarine which he helped write for the Beatles.

'the patron saint of poetry' Carol Ann Duffy
‘He is a true original and more than one generation would be much the poorer without him’ The Times
'Liverpool's own Poet Laureate' Daily Post

extract from A FINE ROMANCE

Excuse me darling, in advance
for the slow, macabre dance
I may one day lead you into.

Holding you too tight for comfort
and whispering endearments,
if I should call you by another's name,
a lover's perhaps, from years ago,
don't be startled. It's just a slip
of the moonlight.

© Roger McGough That Awkward Age Penguin

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O Lord, let me be a burden on my children
For long they've been a burden upon me.
May they fetch and carry, clean and scrub
And do so cheerfully.

Let them take it in turns at putting me up
Nice sunny rooms at the top of the stairs
With a walk-in bath and lift installed
At great expense.....Theirs.

Insurance against the body-blows of time
Isn't that what having children's all about?
To bring them up knowing that they owe you
And can't contract out?

What is money for but to spend on their schooling?
Designer clothes, mindless hobbies, usual stuff.
Then as soon as they're earning, off they go
Well, enough's enough.

It's been a blessing watching them develop
The parental pride we felt as each one grew.
But Lord, let me be a burden on my children
And on my children's children too.

© Roger McGough Selected Poems Penguin

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