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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dribbling If someone continually gets knocked down Eventually they will give up the ghost If around every corner is more negativity Which of us has lost the most? Started to believe More fool me Be another page In my sad history Knock me back I’m used to it Should I care Should I give a If you had me and lost me How much did you lose? I never dreamt this for you But then, I never dreamt it for me, Too Never got beyond the opening gambits The if's the that's The why's and wherefore's The dangled conversation The fandangled expression The ooh's the ah's The more's the baa's The ponderous the wonderful The hip the snakey The half asleep The wide awakey The shakers The quakers The jitterers The poem makers The right from wrongs The singers the songs The left from right The right from not-so You never understood None of you Never had a clue Poem as Cathartic expression Class dismissed End of lesson I’ve told you a thousand times Don’t exaggerate And if you’re not early Don’t be late Mind your p’s and q’s Your x y z’s and your w’s Let it flow Let it grow Mind what’s going on Down below Every sperm is sacred Monty Python taught us so How long’s a rollercoaster Compared to a sapling If you think about Why is money happening Haven’t had this much fun In years and years Still wondering about sweetcorn WTF? Ears, ears? Just letting my mind Cleanse itself Nothing left On the shelf There’s an infinite number Of poems to be written If I call this one, Will it be forgiven? I’m here and now Ducking and fighting A paper bag Doesn’t come when writing There was an old poet called Neil Who wrote something for the thrill Everyone groaned Some even moaned At poor Neil Neil orange peel Don’t worry I’ll get me coat Not wanted here I won’t get the goat There’s barely a day goes by Without me trying to marry Sigh with my I wonder why This butterfly The poems cry And if I’m high Or do or die I’ll fly Aye I’ll fly Aye For the end is nigh… PS There’s a reason for this coda Nothing to do with odour But I’m not going to tell you Or give you a clue The best poems are written To make you think, I think. 28.4.2022 9:06am
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