Double Date
Double double toil and trouble
You fat ape you burst my bubble
I thought dating fair and dandy
Your hands everywhere very randy
My date was awful and made me mad
No fun for me but I was glad
when it was over
Ooooooh…I’m so excited.
I just finished me new poem and it’s a whopper…
I just know you kiddies will love it.
A cup of tea on the strand
A cup of tea on the strand,
Now wouldn’t that be grand,
A piece of toast,
Who ate the most?,
With that cup of tea on the strand.
verse 2 (it gets exciting from here on)
A cup of tea on the strand,
You may see it as bland,
But the wind from the coast,
Filled my teacup with sand,
Oh, my cup of tea on the strand.
(ok its really takes form in the last verse…seriously)
A cup of tea on the strand,
The cup fell out of my hand, (gosh! say I!…just for effect - not part of poem)
Right into the water,
But pulled out by my daughter,
Alas to the tea on the strand.
Oh! My! Me heart is all a flutter. The excitement of it all.
I need a fag.
See you all soon.
Hello boys and girls…ooooh I’m all goosebumpy.
Here is my Christmas poem as a gift to you:
Christmas Spirit
Did you wait for Santa or are you all growed up,
Santa never came to me cause I was a little pup,
I tossed and tugged at mammys hair like a cat gone totally mad,
Then turned my attention to my half pissed, ugly dad,
The nuns came singing outside our door with plastic christian smiles,
The half baked gereatric girls with zeppelin inflamed thighs,
I downed the gin, I downed the rum and followed it with whiskey,
Then took some pills from mammys bag that made me kind of frisky,
I then blacked out for half a day, I know it was a sin,
Looks like I’ll celebrate this Christmas in the looney bin.
Here is my new poem:
The world has gone topsy turvy,
like a seaman full of scurvy,
picnic baskets lightly carried,
upturned wagon, happily married.
Oh, the joy of simple folly,
damn it’s raining where is my brolly,
helterskelter flattened pancake,
we move over for the handshake.
Time is fleeting on the street,
a heavy load for my poor feet,
wispy willow lay me down,
with your heavenly feathered crown.
Now wasn’t that nice and it didn’t take me long to write.
Please feel free to be a critic…if you like it tell me too. ;o)
There will be a lot of new poems here too.