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Whether its silly, serious, deep, or hilarious, to read all your poems I'm waiting and curious.
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#1
Diddely diddely dee The mouse ran up the tree The mouse got stuck Sniffely snuck And the cat got an easy tea
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I wrote this when I was 15: African flamingos Quiet and gentle and sensible birds At the waterhole Dark, calm waterhole A place birds and animals come to drink And predators prowl The journey so far Has made the flamingos thirsty and tired The waters mar In, they slowly wade Cautious and careful, watching the surface Shadows softly fade The Nile Crocodile Its deadly mandibles of death, await With absolute guile Huddled together, His prey, a flamingo, the weakest one Moves a lot slower The death driven croc Kinked on killing his innocent prey Swims toward the flock His prey unaware, His life was drawing to an end at last That life wasn’t fair Eyes narrowed and fixed The croc floats closer, virtually submerged Mud and water mixed Planning for attack Croc’s tail, his lethal weapons ready for The flamingos back The dark water breaks Crocs head surreptitiously appears, but Strangely no-one wakes At surprising speed The long, thick tail leaves the water and arcs Fascinatingly The small flamingo Unknowing of his unjustified fate Is struck a fierce blow Kicking up mud The flamingos, scramble out the water Now crimson with blood A journey for one Has ended here at a waterhole which He depended on The Nile Crocodile Its deadly mandibles of death devour The kill without trial
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Noo most o' the scotch are richt auld bampots But we mustn’t be too facetious Cause they gie us the phone ahn the lightbulb Ahn thair whisky is awfy delicious Tis the nicht for a drappy o’ whisky “A toast to auld Rabbie Burns” we shriek Munching a platter of Haggis ahn a' Sing a mighty “Lang may yer lum reek”
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One I wrote lately. I'm not super proud of it, but it means something to me: Thunderclouds. Rain. If I close my eyes, I forget the pain.
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