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Sensitivity

There is a certain sad quality
To the overwhelming sensitivity
With which offers much reality
Of course then subsequently
Causing hurt feelings with cruelty
Emitting out such animousity
Against a soul with such frailty
Will cause a certain casualty
With winners left behind spiritually
Cold as a stone internally
And blind as a bat visually
While the fragile soul will soar endlessly
Far, far away from all the negativity


Copyright © Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson | Year Posted 2010


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The Total Eclipse Experience

Dragon took his penguins aloft to view the eclipse on that fine day.
They were careful to use the special viewing glasses as their mainstay.
The penguins were so excited and Dragon was always eager to please.
But he had to do it right, no matter whatever the outcome, all did agree.

Being a Super Hero he must faithfully follow the safety glasses rule drawn.
Unfortunately, the glasses were made for people and not for Dragon spawn.
They didn’t fit, he couldn’t see, and caused no end of problems to drag on.
Not to mention that, the skies were crowded, as every plane, aloft had gone.

Here we go, as blind as a bat Dragon, bumped a plane, right out of the sky!
The penguins hung on, as Dragon dove to save it, as every super hero must try!
Just before the plane hit Earth, he grabbed it, tossing it skyward, straight up high.
But he unwittingly had pushed a very small car, onto the railroad tracks. Oh My!

Being solar powered and during an eclipse… it couldn’t move, No, not one bit!
So the penguins pointed Dragon back, straight down, making a big direct HIT.
The train came to a careening stop, tossing its passengers, like a salad in a bowl!
That little car, so aerodynamically sound, flew like a football, during a field goal.

Actually more like a punt going from the 50-yard line straight toward its goal!
Yep, it soared like a bird, straight toward the ocean with its force, out of control!
It landed directly on a small fishing boat, filled to the brim with eclipse sightseers!
Dragon became their life raft, as the boat sank and all were safely brought to shore.

All on the surface that is… Unfortunately, the boat had gone down like a torpedo.
It hit a small submarine below… sinking it with all men aboard. Fortunately tho… 
It was only a SMALL submarine, and yes, again, Dragon was able to, save the day!
The penguins took Dragon high aloft, and yes, dove him straight down, all the way.

The penguins, and a whale, together with Dragon, brought it to the surface again.
Then all the hands were safely taken off board, and were very happy, my friend.
Dragon brought them back safely to shore, by way of Dragon’s back, once more.
Who could ask for more? Indeed, he was proud of saving sooo many lives, for sure!

And indeed, he told the Paparazzi that: Without him, they’d all have been lost!
With that, he took his penguins back up into to sky to watch the eclipse, aloft.
That day all pictures had Dragon flying in front of the moon. What an afternoon!
Yes, all had, had a glimpse immortalized, of the VERY rare Eclipse Dragon Moon.

Or so I do say in this note worthy tune! … The End! 

Written 8-21-2017 


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2017


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Road to Now

down under
down a country road
road to success
road to nowhere
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
run away from home
run a race
race horses
race to win
win the lottery
win a trip
trip to Australia
trip of a lifetime
lifetime warranty
lifetime of dreams
dreams have meanings
dreams come true
true or false
true love
love one another
love is blind
blind as a bat
blind date
date with destiny
date of birth
birth of a baby
birth of a vision
vision of loveliness
vision for the future
future of our children
future plans
plans for adventure
plans for people
people pleasers
people who care
care about others
care for the sick
sick in the head
sick and tired
tired of running
tired of trouble
trouble sleeping
trouble may come
come and see
come right now
now or never
now is the time
never
time

8/11/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Down Under" contest


Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015


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SIMILE

As blind as a bat,
as brave as a lion,
and stupid as a goat.

As busy as a bee,
as fat as a pig,
and happy as a king.

As strong as  a lion,
as heavy as a load,
and rude as fool.

As black as coal,
as cold as ice,
and white as snow.

As hot as fire,
as green as  grass,
and sweetly as juice.

All in all,
makes one thing,
common in life.


Copyright © sekitto kisakye | Year Posted 2007


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More important than life itself

On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football

The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity

The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred

Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid

Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match

What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg

Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s

Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill

Bottom of the league
Fines galore
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league

Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud 
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.




Copyright © steven cooke | Year Posted 2011


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Old Tom Cat Smut

Smut old tom cat
Blind as a bat
incontinent as a baby
Casanova, maybe?

Gentle smooth lover
Naps over and over!



Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010


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The Illusion of Knowledge

This quaint perspective
Is quite selective,
Quite often, 
Giving anger and hatred the directive.

Habitual surrender 
To a pretender;
In certain circles an offender.
These days, too few of these circles exist,
However, those that understand have to persist,
Faith in humanity;
Most would claim insanity.
The vanity this illusion can incarnate,
Darkness; 
At its inception….. 
Is easier propalgate.
Although, logic would convey 
That if the shadows are to stay;
Benevolent beings would conceal their existence;
Understanding that underground persistence,
Ever a mental resistance
Is much more fruitful than none at all.

Who would make that call?

The Trickster manipulates the darkness inside;
Intangible yet effective; 
One of the most dangerous – Pride.
When Young in this existence,
Lessons are forced upon you with much persistence;
Laws and rules constantly applied.
As your understanding develops,
Persistant ruling laws lavishly supplied.
Tragedy envelops.

Your mind has been trained to react 
This is a fact.
Trained by who?
Do any of us have a clue?

This system and society systematically commits injustices day after day;
Human stomachs meandering in dismay,
Why do restaurants throw their excess away?
When you are warm in every way,
Another`s feet is constantly in the way,
Of those walking to the bay,
On the walk-way.

We have been trained to accept;
Un-accept.

Once you begin to think for yourself,
Not believe everything, hoping its wealth.
You realise how little of nothing you comprehend,
To most, this thought would offend.

Why?

Most cannot appreciate with which they do not identify.
Our reactions are usually to fear the unknown.

Why?

Do you not remember that through the unknown
Many mountains and hills have never over-grown.

When you are fearful,
Controlling you is effortless.
Knowledge is to be gained for the purpose of gaining knowledge;
For no other.
The want to control and have power;
Might come in and pretend to be your brother.

The illusion of knowledge,
The Global College.
Its lessons are taught 24 hours a day;
Switch on the TV and you on your way.

Ponder upon who controls the media,
They control what you see on the tube.
Trust me; you do not need an encyclopedia.

Most assume what they see on the tube to be true.
True for who?
You?
Me?
Humanity?

Acquire 
A desire
To allow insanity to be.
In an upside down world,
The truth is backwards unfurled.

Do not accept what you see or hear;
Inside we all have the ability to steer.

However, the difference between the truth and lies
Is never ending as the blue skies.
Yet most cannot discern
The vast difference.
Fact.
It seems in every sense,
Most would be as blind as a bat.

The Knowledge of illusion
Systematically habitual, certainly will cause a contusion.
Be weary of knowledge,
Un-truths can easily be purported as truths


Copyright © Chad Greef | Year Posted 2013


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Fat Moon

She blocks out the sun it's as plain as that
A total eclipse with infinite fat
The darkness comes at noon
That's when we see her moon
Her mom has made me as blind as a bat


Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010


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A Mother To me

Mother to me is only a name 
someone who allows the dirty game 

Silence is golden-a mothers rule 
Then mother sends you off to school 

A mother has eyes in the back of her head 
So when facing her child- cannot see she is dead 

At night time a mother plants kisses on chin 
then sends you to the lions den 

Mother to me- is only a word 
her man is but a dirty bird 

A mother goes shopping and shopping and shopping 
while dirty birds hopping and hopping and hopping 

A mother looks through me 
she sees only her man 

she cannot smell the daughter 
fear comes in a can 

what good is a mother who has not a nose 
a mother is good while shes washing the clothes 

A mother looks through me and passes up fear 
she's never around and she can't even hear 

She's always around and she's blind as a bat 
Daddy sings songs about mommas fat 

a mother sits crying-not making a sound 
sits eating in kitchen-gets rounder than round 

she's she deaf, dumb and blind 
and no matter how tall 

a mother to me 
is no mother at all 




Daddies songs to mama 
( i don't want her - you can have her-she's too fat for me) 

( fatty margaret -two by four- couldn't fit through the kitchen door) 

(be she live or be she dead-when she's around you better hide the bread)
 


Copyright © shaunda lindsay | Year Posted 2016


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A Body Full of Cliches

I've got butterflies in my stomach,
A frog in my throat,
Cat's got my tongue,
And someone's got my goat.

I'm as sly as a fox,
But as blind as a bat.
I'm as silly as a goose.
Now what do you think of that?


Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011


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Memories in a War

Machine guns spit fire on an urban slum, 
and voices cry out in an unknown tongue.
Grenade launch – 
“Take cover!”
“Get down!”
As blind as a bat, this Baghdad night.
A child’s scream, from the blackness,
 gnaws at my ear, 
and a table was set –
 four candles on a birthday cake –
 a camera freezes the moment.
“Wake up soldier!”
“This is what we were made for!”
“Don’t you go to sleep on us now!”
Machine guns spit fire on an urban slum, 
and darkness disguises the hostiles, 
and a child screams again, 
and again ….
 And again! 
Chocolate paints her pink cheek brown.
“In coming!”
Baghdad bright with fireflies.
“Let’s bring the heat to these camel jockeys!”
The merry-go-round spins my head in a daze ….
So beautiful, her eyes like her grandmother’s gaze.
“Wake up soldier!”
“Stay focus son”
I wake up to see Baghdad ablaze.



Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010


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Some People Think

I’m mean ....... I’m too nice
I talk to much ..... I’m shy enough
I like this ....... I don't like that 
I’m too tall ...... I’m blind as a bat
I do what I like ...... I like what I do 
My hair is long ...... I don’t need you
I look like a mexican ...... My age is mistaken
I need more patients, I wear too much fragrance 
After all, I am what I am 
because of who I am


Copyright © Kayla Henry | Year Posted 2014


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Curiosity

Still at times I can be an adolescent, a bit of a brat
I'm always questioning things, though I'm suspicious
I admit there's time's I've been ignorant to even chat
Yeah quit a lot of the time I've been quite obnoxious

A mr know it all! but at the time it seemed ludicrous
Like the magician, trying to pull a trick out of the hat
And getting everyone to say the words hocus pocus                                            
But me thinking wise to it all one can smell a dirty rat    

Then things I suppose at times are so blatantly obvious
Some could say your either death or just blind as a bat
But back then I was a little immature, as to it all oblivious                        
Still inquisitive though I'm now older, a lot less of a prat

And still I'm no real master mind, I'm not any genius
Why this is this, I ask and that always has to be that??
Why something’s are not always, leaves one curious
Though I was told it was curiosity that killed the cat

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NOTE TO READERS AGAIN LIKE INTERWISON AND FATE JUST
tweaked a few  lines which I felt made better sense was originally going to add two extra verses
but decided to take some words lines from extra two and rewrite first two verses

in better context I don’t know

again some inspiration fro all the cool soup poets thank you..............***

 ADDIN A LITTLE ON END
NOT SURE IF NEEDED TO OUR OF INSPERATION RIGHT NOW

SOUNDS STUPID I KNOW MAKES NO SENSE JSUT GOING THROUGH MY HEAD
DEEP IN THOUGHT WHILE REWORKING OTHERS ID WROTE
THIS POPED UP IN THE SAME VANE AS FATE SAME SOR OF PATTERN AND IDEA
WITH THIS iM OBVISLY MORE KNOWLGABLE NOW THAN WHEN YOUNGER
BUTSTILL I QUESTION A LOT OF THINGS WITH THIS TRYING TO ADD A LITTLE HUMOUR ALSO
INSPIERD BY all the so cool poet members of the soup if I had never come on this site
i would never have updated a lot of my old stuff or even wrote any of the thirty new writes 
ive wrote over the past year of being on here THANKYOU FOR YOUR INSPERATION AND COMMNETS
MAKES ME FEEL APART OF SOMETHING    XXXXXXXXXXXXXX THOUGHTS FEELINGS WORDS WITH MEANINGS






Copyright © david scott | Year Posted 2013


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This MAN With The Healing hand

     "The MAN With The Healing Hand"


"Faith Is The Substance Of Evidence Unseen!"
The first time I heard that I thought "What does that really mean?"
My understanding of that now is better, for I do understand,
"Faith and Trust" in "This MAN With The Healing Hand!"

HIS name was Jesus and He existed long ago!
Actually, He's still here! This I really do know!
Now, how do I know this, I'm living proof, you see!
"This MAN With The Healing Hand" 
has healed and loved a wretch like me!

My direction, at one time, was heading the wrong way!
I was the cause of no "Light" being in my day!
Walking 'blind as a bat", a man full of glitches,
I kept stumbling and falling head first into ditches!

One day after a stumble, while in a life pit I sit,
I turned my gaze upward and cried out,
"LORD!...Is This IT???"
"Will I ever know Peace and walk with true sight?...
or will stumbling and falling into pits be my life's plight?"

I opened a book called 
the "B-asic I-nstructions B-efore L-eaving E-arth!"
I started reading the "Words in Red" thinking, "Now, what is this really worth?"
A scripture caught my eye that I do believe I was meant to see!
It said "Take My Yoke Upon You......And Learn Of Me!"

"For I Am Meek And Lowly In Heart And Ye Shall Find Peace For Your Soul!"
I thought "This MAN wants to help me......get up out of this hole!"
His very next words stopped my blindness and then gave me new sight,
He said "For My Yoke Is Easy......And My Burden Is Light!"

The next thing I knew I arose and stood and the dark started turning to "Light!"
I shouted "Hey! Now this is good! I can feel this MAN's Power and Might!"
A "Hand" reached out and grasped my hand and then did help me up!
I knew then that "Forevermore" I would drink from this "MAN's" cup!

There's a simple phrase that He says! He says "Come, Follow Me!"
Now that I have, I now know the "Truth" and that "Truth" has set me free!

Yes, "Faith Is The Substance Of Evidence Unseen!"
I do now know exactly what that phrase does mean!
My understanding of that now is much better, for I "DO" understand,
I have absolute "Faith and Trust" in "This MAN With The Healing Hand!"


Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016


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That Drunken Man

Mommy and Daddy were having difficult times..
Arguing constantly,
cursing that ringed at my small tiny ears. 
I was only 6 years old when he came home 
having a little too much to drink.
I stood there staring at the intoxicated man, 
that I once called daddy.. 
His dead eyes burned into my head,
my body shakes as he stumbles through the hall.
Mommy tells me to run upstairs,
“What’s goin on mama” I cried
“Go NOW!” she croaked
as her eyes stared at me with scarce. 
My brother drags me by the arm upstairs. 
I hurdle into a small ball with tears poking their way down my small delicate face,
crying my heart out as if it was shattered into tiny little pieces.
I was just a little girl than, 
Innocent & Confused..
Police sirens blare from the front lawn.
I shuffle towards the cold window
peeking to see the drunken,
so called father of mine. 
speeding off, 
he was gone in a flash..
But not forever,
He came waltzing back into my life
as if he hadn't hurt a fly.
He left for about a year.. 
The memories we shared,
they’re grey and lost behind the pain which engulfs my brain.
But even today, 
at the age of 13 years old
I wasn’t blind as a bat,
I knew his ‘I’m such a good father card’
was as fake as his smile.
Which just pestered me,
Because of him I was left  drowning in a pool of depression,
I only survived because of having the strength of my mom and brother to pull myself up.
I will never forget that night
That night he bailed, 
leaving my small suffering  family heart broken. 
Yes, hes my father.. 
But no longer is he known as daddy, 
I’m never going to be daddy’s little girl again..
The pain stabbed me in the heart like a knife, 
still leaving scars behind
which leaves me to believe,
I can’t forgive nor forget.. 
That drunken man.


Copyright © Brooke McKinney | Year Posted 2014


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The Bride On The Wait List

The Bride on the wait List
Break gentle heart break
That I cannot withstand anymore
Shaking as same as an earth quake
As slow as a snail wakes and calls them whore
Here-in shoulders hands like a perfectionist

To leave and watch her sob
Wanders as blind as a bat
Attending to nowhere step by step
Thinking they call her ****
Runs down step and stumble on an out sleep
Finds time to persevere like in the book of job

And meets her best groom


Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013


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Blind as a Bat

Blind am I?
My sight is gone,
But blind? Not I!
My ears can hear,
My tongue can taste,
My nose can smell,
My eyes though broken
Are still the windows to
My soul!

I sense your movement.
I memorize your place.
I see your face through my hands
Through my skin;
I sense with in.
I move quicker than you.
I see more than you may think.
I see your cluttered room,
The fly on your window,
The day old pizza under your bed,
The old spice perfume fuming from your pores,
I sense your playful arrogance in front of my nose.
I am not blind, I merely can’t see.


Copyright © Lauren Reindel | Year Posted 2011


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Hackneyed

She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.

She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.

She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.

I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012


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My Little Sister

My little sister is my best friend.
We'll be together 'till the end

I've spent my life right by her side 
And I've wiped away her tears whenever she's cried 

I love her more than anything on this earth
And  I can remember right after her birth

I told my mom I have a lil' sis
And that I change the first diaper...I insist

Wow, was that a mistake
The contents in the diaper was enough for a lake!

I can remember her first word 
And I just wish it would'a been nerd

She blurted out "read!" 
And thats what I tried to do .. indeed

But at eighteen months thats alot to ask
'Cause just holding up the book is a hard task

I recall times when we'd play dolls
And when I'd watch her color on walls

Everything about my sister is special to me
Even if she is blind as a bat, and cannot see

But even though we argue like dogs and cats
I love her and thats  a fact


Copyright © heather patterson | Year Posted 2005


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Octopus

Deadly intelligent life form 
At the bottom of the sea 
I am from planet confused 
What did I do 
with my glasses 
I can not see them ha 
Everything a joke 

Ha ha blind as a bat 
My big eyes 
are not great 
My name is octopus 
You are under my control 

look at the arms 
Look at the arms 
I am certifying myself mad 
in the head 
Look at the arms 
I am lost with 
so many arms hanging down 
Confused dot. com. 

I would need to be 
they are driving me crazy 
Keeping so many arms busy 
My brain can not cope 
with all the stress 
I will just have to use 
two arms a time 
Easier to control
will ignore the rest for now 

Just keep one eye on them 
To much for my brain 
to handle 
I think I am going cross eyed 
Sending me blind 
moving about 
look at the arms 
Look at the arms 

Medusa of the deep 
Minus the body 
Cold and lonely down here 
In a tizzy watching 
My mind can not sleep 

Look at the arms 
Theirs no arm in me really


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2013


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The Bride On The Wait List

The Bride on the wait List
Break gentle heart break
That I cannot withstand anymore
Shaking as same as an earth quake
As slow as a snail wakes and calls them whore
Here-in shoulders hands like a perfectionist

To leave and watch her sob
Wanders as blind as a bat
Attending to nowhere step by step
Thinking they call her ****
Runs down step and stumble on an out sleep
Finds time to persevere like in the book of job

And meets her best groom


Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013


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Trapped

Trapped like a mouse!
Squished like a bug!
Stuck like glue.  Eeeew!
Scared stiff like a deer caught in the head lights!
Shaking like a leaf.
Sick as a dog.
Dumb as a doorknob.
Blind as a bat.
Mad as hell!

One thing I'm not lately is,
sleeping like a baby!


Copyright © paula reger | Year Posted 2010


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i love my nan

god bless her
my old nan,
she's blind as a bat
and 91,

she has a dog called
winni the wisp,
he's got no teeth
and barks with a lisp,

they both cant see me
when i'm there,
my nan the dog they
have no hair,

hey nan i'm going
to make us some tea,
she passed the remote
for the tv,

no nan i'm making a brew,
a nice cup of tea
for me and you.

she's sat there talking
to the settee,
laughing and joking
while i make the tea.

the dog is barking 
at the floor,
he thinks he's sat 
at the front door.

whats wrong with 
the dog nan,
he's looking sad,
dont worry dear he's 
going mad.

what with nan
and winni the same,
both barking mad 
and totally insane,

i'm going home nan
its time to go,
as she struggles
to reach the floor.

from the settee
to the door,
its about 9foot 4,
ive been waiting
an hour she aint 
reached the door.

the dogs gone in
the opposite way,
looking for nan
what can i say,
god bless them both 
i'm on my way.


Copyright © derek graham | Year Posted 2006


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granny b

Granny Bess.

With spectacles placed on the edge of her nose
she poised her pen to write.
Deep in thought of the days ups and downs
she began to write that night.
As she remembers her friends who called
to share her cake and tea.
She remembered as they left her home
how happy they seemed to be.
But truth was Granny Bess, her mind was not
quite right, for she forgot to wear her new red dress
so gave them all a fright.
Even the spectacles sitting on the edge of her nose
blind as a bat was Granny Bess she wore very little clothes
But then again, it's my Granny Bess
who invites her friends for tea.
Then likes to write the days events and share them all with me.


Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016


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Limerick Contest

Old Man Lee
 ----------------

 There was an old fella named Lee
 Who was blind as a bat you see
 He stayed out late
 Brought home a date
 A lovely blond named Sheree

 The neighbors did show surprise
 That  he brought back such a prize
 Twas a little blue pill
 That gave him the thrills
 To the occasion he must rise

 4/27/17



Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017