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Facebook

I'll have to unfriend you on Facebook
your postings are driving me mad.
I'm starting to think that you're lonely,
I'm starting to think that you're sad.

I don't want to know what your cat's called
or when he last went for a wee.
I couldn't care less where your Nan lives,
or what you might have for your tea.

I find all your illnesses funny,
can anyone suffer so much
Each day they seem to be different, 
and you like to keep people in touch.

The people who answer your comments
all seem to have problems as well.
Half of them struggle with English,
the other half can't even spell.

So now you will have to excuse me
I'm taking my name off your list
I know I'll feel better without you
and I bet I won't even be missed....

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Curse That Virus

The flowers don't know there's a virus,
they sit there and smile at the sun.
They brighten your day in a positive way.
They'll be here when the whole thing is done.

The birds don't know there's a virus,
they sing for all they are worth.
They have no idea of the panic and fear
that's creeping all over the earth.

The rain doesn't know there's a virus,
it falls on us every day.
It pays no regard to a life that is hard
and a worry in every way..

The hedgehogs don't know there's a virus,
and wonder why traffic is light.
It eases their load when they're crossing the road
and now they feel safer at night.

The cows don't know there's a virus,
Still need to be milked every day.
It seems such a shame and they're not to blame,
but the farmer just throws it away.

The dog doesn't know there's a virus,
he still wants to go for his walk.
We stand 20 feet from the people we meet.
We wave where once we would talk.

It's the people who know there's a virus,
they should do, they started it off.
It plagues them all day and they're starting to pay,
whilst hoping they don't start to cough.

So please don't forget there's a virus,
it certainly won't forget you.
So please take care, and please be aware
of the damage the damned thing can do.

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I Miss My Dog

If you'd known it would hurt me, you wouldn't have done it
There's no way you'd want me to cry,
You wouldn't just leave, like a bolt from the blue,
without even saying Good-bye.
You knew that I loved you, you knew that I cared
You knew I would always be true
But now you are gone and I'm feeling quite scared
and I really don't know what to do.
I'll love you forever, I'll miss you for longer
you'll always be here in my heart
But time's a great healer and soon I'll be stronger
instead of just falling apart.

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A Fat Dog

I wish you loved me for more than my fridge,
I would cherish you more if you would
But you don't give a damn
You just eat what you can
You would eat in your sleep if you could.

If you just had some loving for me
If you had something else on your mind
But all you can think of is food 
And you eat everything you can find.


You don't care about how you look
And you pay no regard to your size
Every time you call round
You've piled on the pounds
You get fatter in front of my eyes

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Heart Attack

I wait for that pain in my arm,
clutching my chest in a state of alarm
bowling me over and turning me blue,
causing me permanent harm.

I'm sure it will happen one day
Regardless of what they might say,
I know my genetics are letting me down
when am I going to pay?

The waiting is making it worse
it preys on my mind like a Romany curse
making me wonder how long I can go
Wondering how will I know.

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Unwelcome Guests

It feels like they've been here forever,
How long isn't easy to tell.
They claim they arrived from Australia
but I think they came here from hell.

The cats all left home for a fortnight
the fleas on the dog did the same
The washing machine thinks it's having a fit
but maybe it's me that's to blame.

I should have known just what would happen
my house would not be my own,
but instead, I said "Treat the place just like it's yours"
"Please make yourself feel at home".

I wonder if their house has multiple showers 
and loo rolls that never run out
I wonder if their house resembles a bomb site
I'll hopefully never find out.

They changed my routines as a matter of course
and I didn't have any say
They made me feel awkward and sometimes as if
it was me that got in the way.

Some gratitude might have helped matters
a 'Thank you' or two would have done
But never a hint from either 
they were even having fun.

So now they are gone and the place is my own,
doors are not locked anymore
and if in the future they wish to return
I won't even open the door!

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A Cross Dresser's Lament

My wife's found out I'm a transvestite,
she's not very happy at all.
She thinks that it's new. but between me and you
for years I've been having a ball.
She says that it's all got to finish,
Or somebody's going to get hurt.
She wears the trousers in our house,
but she won't let me wear a skirt

It's not that I'm fancying fellas.
The thought never enters my head.
I just like the feel of that silk and chenile,
preferably something in red.
But I'm sure she's trying to change me
she's dragging my name through the dirt.
She wears the trousers in our house
and she won't let me wear a skirt.

She claims that I'm some sort of pervert
she says that it's some kind of kink
and if I don't stop she'll divorce me
and boy will she kick up a stink.
For now she's turned nasty towards me
her comments are cutting and curt
Yes - she wears the trousers in our house
and she won't let me wear a skirt.

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Oh Dear

I think I've run over your cat.
Is it tabby, and fluffy and fat?
Does it wear a blue collar, supporting a bell?
Well, it's lying down here now, quite flat.

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Ageing Disgracefully

It's pleasing to see that it happens to everyone,
all of us have to grow old.
Those who you envied, their charm and good looks
have tried to fight time but it's taken its toll.

Once they were handsome, suave and good looking
everyone knelt at their feet,
now they seem haggard, the cost of good living
and no-one looks twice as they walk down the street.

Once they were famous and everyone knew them,
their names were on everyone's lips,
But these days they're passé, ignored and forgotten,
The Casino of Life has taken their chips.

They paid out a fortune to hold on to youthfulness
money they frittered away,
For now it seems wasted and no-one would guess
the effort it takes to look good everyday.

So if you feel old when you stare in the looking glass
don't even give it a thought.
For out there in tinsel town botoxed and shriveled
are many regretting the future they bought.

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A Modicum of Success

I think I've found a brand of food
that both my dogs enjoy.
I've served it up for several days,
I've served it up in several ways,
It's really going down a treat,
it seems to be a winner,
No longer do I need to shout
"Eat your flaming dinner!"