Santa told Rudolph to stay on the roof
He’d be delayed for his wife wanted proof
That it’s just she for he
So they’re under the tree
She saw his old baubles and cried, “Forsooth.”
Frosty was sat in the garden below
Rudolph called down, Make some balls out of snow
Then give them to elf
Or take them yourself
Be sure to avoid the log burner’s glow
Santa Claus stood; in his hands… Frosty’s balls
Poor Frosty dripped like Victoria Falls
His log burner muddle
Made Frosty a puddle
Santa said, Now I’ll be late… nature calls
Weeping endures for the night,
Joy comes in the morning.
So I'll cry my balls out through the night, awaiting the happiness dawn brings.
I'll cry till there are no fluid left to spill.
I will cry, they won't know I did.
Darkness will cover it all.
I will do it softly, they won't hear me sniff, they won't see me drip the drops.
Darkness will cover it all.
No, I will dance through the night, I will dance till dawn comes.
I will stamp my feet, I will shake myself vigorously.
They'll say "She's happy, she's merrying."
I'll smile having fooled them all.
I will dance as I cry,
For at dawn Joy comes.
Giving Up
You left me every night and day never thinking I'd stay away,
You share this moment with me.
How can it be?
Why can't you just see you were meant for me?
This night and day might tik away but all I know it will never stay the same if I'm to blame
No Pain
If this pain doesn't go away will I have to cave to being a slave
Never thinking I would be ashamed of not being the same
Can't stop playing this game it's driving me insane
But who’s to blame for being tamed
Never thinking it’s my guilt that's making me ill
Can’t stop shaking it’s making me start regretting
Can't stop forgetting these feelings I’d be getting
Game Night
Every friday night I’d be grieving because I know my team don't need me
I'm not there taking balls out of the air
I'm just sitting at home all alone
Trying not to think of better things
Trying to stay away from covid takeaway
Every time I hear my teams name
I just want to scream in pain knowing I’ll never be the same
Holding back these tears wont help the facked, I’m disappearing
I just try to be hearing this trembling feeling
it takes all your courage to stand alone
speaking known which is unknown
the truth unheard that no one knows
show your balls are mighty grown......
and take the world on on your own
convictions of honour and good sense
"the right thing to do" that's your defence
it takes a strong will and intelligence
speak the truth for it holds relevance
though manipulated lies shape perspective
the cracks get noted as imperfections
question marks investigated
once the truth is implemented
get your balls out and show your will
over time
stormy seas become a sunny hill
over time
all eyes will see what's real
over time
changing how all do feel
Oh! How he sauntered like a lord with his flaunt
The bluster and strut so nonchalant
The swank and sway blew me away
And swept me under the table like child's play!
My! His handsome style
His arrogant modesty was no denial
He beamed as he jilted so tauntingly
Every female around was flibberty-jibberty
Cursed! As he grabbed my eye balls out of their sockets
My heart in my throat-my stomach an empty pocket
While his prance in tight pants made me dance
Wishing for one real bona fide chance
So! Afraid of the outcome of dealing with this situation
Argh! "Get em up scout!" I'm cutting out
My courage is fading to total damnation
By this spellbound swagger sensational "knockout"!!
Some get things right the first time.
Most of us do not.
Mistake. Mistake.
A rubber cake.
Okay, it is not edible, but if we roll it into balls, can we bounce it?
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
What did you do wrong? My mother asks me.
If I knew that, I would be able to make a fortune.
Nine bouncy balls out of a cake mix.
Imagine how smart that is.
Mistakes can be wonderful!
My friends and I follow my cake down the sidewalk,
Not eating it.
But enjoying
it
with
a
real
fondness
COTTON BALLS
The old ram knew that something was rotten
that nature had somehow forgotten
to put in the stuff
to make him ram tough
somehow making his balls out of cotton
John G. Lawless
©8/14/2017
I awoke this morning without a heavy heart
for today is the day,gotta get a quick start.
There will be bats and balls out in the front yard.
There will be battles to win,Transformers,and cars.
We'll have fun and laugh til our stomachs explode.
I'm sure there will be toys left in our commode.
There will be snacks and cookie crumbs all over the place.
We might even have time for a bicycle race!
For today is not just an ordinary day,
for today is the day my son comes to play.
He only gets dad for just a short while,
so we ain't got much time to enjoy our smiles.
Got so much to do to fullfill every wish.
We might go to the lake and catch a few fish.
Then it's time to bathe and read a few books.
We're both getting tired,you can tell by our looks.
Then we fall fast asleep dreaming about our day,
It's always a blessing when my son comes to play.
The general election fast approach, reelin lies,
The political jellyfish elite, pretend to have spines,
For a short period, no vague indifference, the illusion of ties,
Not that bind, we’re all blind, alluded by schoolboy arguments and whines,
Their spin dominates the headlines, whilst
Natural disaster victims rot amongst the flies,
Why is false economic promise more important than human lives?
These luciferian suits are nothing they try to contrive,
but a vacant lot, a vehicle for evil, running with knives,
so when they declare we all slaves or another war, who’ll be surprised?
The election, intelligence suspended in animation,
succumbed to their eventual procrastination,
their balls out nature beggars belief and captures our imagination,
thinking these toads can change our lives for the better?
They're just a criminal organisation!
Vote UKIP.
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