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Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)
Gaoler, Gaoler, with your ring of keys Gaoler, Gaoler, with your scorn of thieves Gaoler, with that greed in your eyes Gaoler, with your slippery lies Gaoler, with your hand held out thinking from me that you’ll get aught Gaoler, … Continue reading
Oh, that I was a poet, Greek That I would not feel such a freak When on a beach I stretch all day And those grapes I hurl away So ripe, so sweet, they arouse me Rather suck upon the … Continue reading
Dear Lord, forgive my sin This one last time as they lay me in To change my bet On whose protection I can get Reminded when I rolled the dice I prefer the devil with his snake-eyes!
I knew a family of imps when I was a kid Lived behind the garden shed My folks never saw them Cos whenever they looked the imps promptly hid I’d talk to them often though they’d rather play Games vicious … Continue reading
Mr McGoo supped too much brew It’s true, phew, he hadn’t a clue He slumped on the pew with only one shoe Ignored all the fuss, looking askew Till sobered anew Written from Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anew in 31 … Continue reading
I am an avid reader I eat books as another eats a feast Though wary I am of the English Bard His Complete Works is a beast On Christyesque Whodunnits I like to snack Thrillers and Political Espionage might fill … Continue reading
Complex is the typical Pancake Threaders’ stance Complex the steppings with complex treadings Complex the weavings with complex threadings Complex their roles for who’s to play lead and who’s to pay heed Complex, the structure of a typical Pancake Threaders’ … Continue reading
Dead Dame of the Solstice, rise from your coffin Shine light in my heart, your heat on my skin Rise from the southlands, rise into the heavens Fill me with light though cold winter begins. Daughter of Dawn, your bright … Continue reading
Deep in a hole beneath the ground lived something unusual that made not a sound. What was it, what was it, tell me quick. Was it a snake? A goffer? A troll? A stone? Nah, none of these things, my … Continue reading