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Re: Poetry

Postby Bouncy Castle » Mon Jun 17, 2013 3:08 pm

The boy stood on the burning deck,
eating a bag of scollops.
The red hot fat ran down his legs......










and burned a hole in his pockets.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.

The rest of us are a bit crap.
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Re: Poetry

Postby Bouncy Castle » Mon Jun 17, 2013 3:09 pm

Austria was Hungary,
at a bit of Turkey,
off a plate of China,
dipped in Greece.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.

The rest of us are a bit crap.
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Re: Poetry

Postby Bouncy Castle » Mon Jun 17, 2013 3:10 pm

How dare you insinuate that I should tolerate such diabolical impertinence from such a microscopic piece of animosity as yourself.
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The rest of us are a bit crap.
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Re: Poetry

Postby Square12 » Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:29 am

A few more of my offerings:

British Weather Never Good

Sunny day
Clear blue skies
Solar ray
Hurts my eyes

Day of rain
I'm all wet
Yet again
Day to forget

Now it's snow
"Quelle surprise"
Traffics slow
So I'll freeze

Overcast now
Clouds up there
You don't know how
Much I despair


Spanish Strike

Today there is a general strike.
Folks could skive if they like,
Just simply don't go into work
Don't go in, don't be a jerk.
Sorry but a scab I guess I'll be,
'Cos with my job and life I'm happy.

Next one is about buskers on the train not the ones in the stations
Metro Buskers

I really hate musicians on the metro
I really wish that they would just go
Take a long walk off a short pier
Or in other words - disappear.


Poetic Boredom

Another poem here I write
Doesn't matter day or night
These verses often do appear when
I have free time, paper and pen.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man my son.
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