I mentioned to you
The dog darned man
Fighting in the corner
Just breathing in Japan
Someone call the coroner
The advice is this don't let the wrack
Of indecision be your downfall
Play to win connect four
Instead of floundering on
The bathroom floor
Find a mop and clear up the slop
Stop, stop now
Before the brow of the hill get's brighter
With the sun's dew glance
Take a chance upon the sill
Ring up the bill of happenstance
And cold call president Bill
and Auxiliary Clinton
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
It was discovered in the future the reason for poor weather on bank holidays and weekends was that our working behaviour directly affected the weather
And that the Gods were unhappy when we took holidays
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Can you hear the gushing sound
Coming down the roads
The water babies on their bellies
With the frogs and toads
Flowing over grey stone walls
Filling up the gardens
We've thrown down all our cement bags
Now the bloody things won't harden
Out we dash with broom and bucket
sweeping back the waters
Then we lose the broom and think
This preparation doesn't cut it
what was it they taught us?
But who knew it would be this bad?
Who knew really what would happen
If the farmers take down trees and plough
Then surely water will start lappin
At your door and at mine although
You may live at the bottom of the valley
Of course we all know where the river will flow
It's just whether the river will sally
But one thing's for sure, we sure lend a hand
To help out others in need
Give them your arms and legs, hold a wheelie bin
Before it floats off down the street
But there's no need to play the blame game is there?
These things are just acts of God
Except surely we can mitigate against them
By not replacing forests with fields of sod?
Perhaps why not create some catchment ponds
That way it can slow down the water's flow
Some flooded fields further up would help bond
And allay the more tragic affects down below
Some kind of agricultural plan must be thought up
To prevent this ever happening again
It was like this ten years ago when the levels were caught up
Because the rhynes wouldn't properly drain
Why hasn't the environmental agency had
a more stringent program of maintenance
Then we might have a case of Neptune's Staircase
Rather than a torrent, a deluge of complainants
Let's try and deepen the River Sheppey
Make it deeper and broader
I'm sure the army of James Heappey
Would be more than happy
To carry out the order
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sally thumper
College thumper
Oh they all were in the bumper
Bumper of tides right up to
The jumper
He jumped her, he didn't jump her
Oh perhaps they suit one another
It could have been his mother
He was the spit of her brother
Oh thumper, college thumper
Grown green as petrol pumper
Looking in the locked windscreen
Of a shifty customer
Make a liner, make a leaner, it's
Always getting cleaner
Apart from when it's getting leaner
In the heat of the sun
Well he dumped her, and she
humped her and they all fell
Around in the summer
What a bummer
That scummer
Didn't somersault her bank vaulter
Did the polka with voltaire
Did Malta with Fred Astaire
She was a moulter and soon
Had lost all her hair
Couldn't fault her
Better bolt her
Down like the table's chair
Out on the rough seas
Of life's faultless cares
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
When you think that you have had enough
Dig deep eat grit and try to be tough
For there is not one but two
And love will pull you through
When this whole world has driven you down
You feel left out like some kind of clown
Hold on, hold out for the new kid in town
Called love
Love will pull you through
Yes love will pull you through
Oh lord,
It's a reined horse, it's a mighty canoo
It will haul you up
Put you on its back
And love will pull you through
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.