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Best Poems Written by Verity Mcintyre-Pike

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Mountain Bike Widow

I love my fella dearly, though I sometimes do not like,
his pure love and devotion for his bloody mountain bike,
thank god I'm easy going and I'd never make him choose,
though perhaps a little bit of that's the fear that I might lose!!!
he keeps 'her' warm and dry as she resides in our front hall
(you have to hold your breath to squeeze between 'her' and the wall!)
he rides the bike to work and back, together they go far
 just as well, for what 'she' cost we could have bought a car!!!
he talks about 'her' tenderly and often buys her gifts
for pedals, forks and special shoes the internet he sifts
he looked at me in horror when I suggested get a shed
i got the strong impression he'd put me in there instead
but  i needn't speak to soon and bawl and fret and moan
as for my latest birthday I have got one of my own!!!!!

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A Hungover Refrain.

Plink, plink, plink.
the tap drips in the sink,
the dishes left since saturday have now begun to stink!!

Tick, tick, tick,
The clock makes me feel sick,
I feel so bloody awful that in my seat i'll stick,
 
Thump, thump, thump,
my head's a toxic dump,
my stomach churns like crazy, my whole body's in a slump,

Why? why? why?
I feel like I could die
"I will never drink again" as usual I cry.

...............................................Til next time!!!!

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2 For 1 Offer At the Gym.

I go to the gym twice a week in a bid to lose my tum,
try and get some muscles and perhaps slim down my bum
all are a big incentive, though another one for me
are the complex mix of people that at the gym you see

The twenty something bicep boy, a proper alpha male
who couldn't be more monkey like, if he had a tail
the pretty, perfect  model, who glows but never sweats
quick to say she's healthy but at mealtimes just forgets

the group of golden oldies who jog along in pairs
trying to outrun their peers who're wheeled around in chairs
the larger than life contenders who'd rather really snack
they sweat and blow and get so red they risk a heart attack

amid all these characters there's little normal me
an almost thirty Mum of two, what you get is what you see

Many types of people  all with a common goal
be happy, fit and healthy, improvements body and soul
and so I keep my appointment as fitness I do seek
I get so much entertainment here It lasts me for a week!!!

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A Look On the Bright Side.

The rain taps on the window, the sky is dead and grey,
I explain to my children that we can't go out today,
No walking to the local shop to buy the boring food
the co-op where it's overpriced and all the staff are rude,

The t.v's on a children's show and out the music blares,
we have this on so often that we should have bought some shares
I change the childrens nappies and then I get them dressed
the youngest is quite willing though the eldest not impressed

the fire burns in the fireplace and the lamp lights up the room
a bright and cheery setting like a beacon in the gloom
I look around at my kids, playing and squealing with glee
and despite all the rain of the miserable day, there's no place I'd rather be!!

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Insomnia

kept awake by noisy snores, mind opens a thousand doors- thinking of 
tomorrows chores, washing up and sweeping floors, Tasks complete a 
shopping trip, buying something really hip, at my saving I will chip. hide from 
snorer or he'll flip. picking up the kids from class. single father makes a 
pass.make him look a total ass. tell the others as I pass. get them home and 
cook the tea. Snorers late so just for three. watch the news on the t.v. all bad 
news it seems to me. homework done and kids in bed. but still more chores for 
me instead. how i'd love to lay my head. so tired out I feel half dead- a grunt, a 
groan and snorers stopped.my eyes fall shut no longer propped.into a deep 
sleep i've dropped. as though a valium's been popped..........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!

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Skin and Ink

I was tattooed at eighteen, I was a little scared,
the room was filled with bikers, all leathers and long haired                                       
i'd got my rocker stripes and wasn't all naive
there's more to these big hairy blokes, than often is perceived

I knew what I wanted and what I had to pay
in truth I had been waiting, for this momentous day,
soon it was all finished, etched in ink on skin
(it looked so good in those days, when I was really thin!!!)

So my nerves weren't for the pain,it wasn't all that bad
and my friends all loved it, so about it I was glad,
so why my trepidation,on this long awaited day?
Nerves about my mother and what she'd have to say!!!

Now I'm nearly thirty, I've got more throughout the years
I'm now planning my biggest yet to allay my aging fears
my mother doesn't say much now ,and I don't have to fear
as she would be a hypocrite as I bought her one last year!!!