I ain't got nothing much
I just keep thinking
All these words, they keep repeating
Over and over and over and over
I'll think about him
Until I get older
I've run out of words to spare
My mind is blacking out
So many thoughts, a blind fantasy
Obsessional confessions over
I'll think about him
Until I get bolder
Thursday 26 July 2012
Sunday 29 April 2012
Twenty Lines of Tired
Lethargy eats my memory up
I'm weary and teary
My thoughts have corrupted
Whilst countries have fallen
I tire of swollen, eyelids
Are down by my chin
Any sleep is a punishable sin
An obsession with slumber
Slow and bleary, my head
Cucumber slices upon my eyes
Waking up, constant dread sets
Inside my dreams I sleep
And nap and creep and kip
Such is the continuing drip feed
Minutes of winks I collect
A scrap-book of sleep
By my bed, I am beat
The crisp clean sheets
My pillow covets the cover
Sleep my jilted lover
Friday 20 April 2012
Up Your Nose
On you go, Mr. Talented
The ever so won-der-ful, Mr. Tally-Ho!
Will you share with us some glow
A drop of sparkly dust
Just to rub off on us
Or does it just go up your nose?
What-oh!
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