Best Gp Poems
Breasts, boobies, knockers, **** – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill
The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags to give a fella an ********
Breasts can be appreciated in the their own unique way
Have a feel for lumps make it a sexy game to play
Let him ‘cop a feel’ and if a lump you do detect
Go straight to the GP - this lump you mustn’t neglect
It can be simply that you have lumpy boobs or a cyst
It’s not necessarily cancer but it can be on the list
The GP will send you for a mammogram or scan
Mammograms aren’t comfy, staff do it as quickly as they can
Hopefully the results will put your mind at rest
But sadly sometimes it shows cancer of the breast
Early detection is the key to beating this cancer
Regular mammograms really are the answer
Don’t forget about the men they have pecs or moobs
They can get breast cancer too we are talking about ALL boobs
Jan Allison
17th October 2014
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease – remember breast cancer affects both males and females with 1 in 1000 males being diagnosed with breast cancer
Santa comes but once a year
Impotence his greatest fear
He fills up his sack
Slings it on his back
Hope he wont drop his load here
Mrs Claus was in great distress
She wants sex she does confess
Santa saw his GP
Saying please help me
We need to sort out this mess
The doc prescribed some blue pills
They cured Santa of his ills
Now back in the sack
Not flat on their back
Now they are getting their thrills
11~22~14
Contest: What’s up with Santa
Sponsor Jerry Curtis
Pat swung from a chandelier
Fell off and hurt her cute rear
She gave it a rub
And soaked in the tub
Next time she’ll stay off the beer!
Pat copied the birds and the bees
And had carpet burns on her knees
She saw her GP
He said ‘Oh dear me’ -
Next time settle for a quick squeeze
But Pat said I’m always so randy
And so is my boyfriend called Sandy
If he can’t have a lay
At least three times a day
He’ll leave me for that old moo Mandy
'for Pat' with my love xx
05~03~17
Oh… how I miss that time! With it’s Saturday morning cartoons.
Not to mention, daily comics stolen from Papa’s newspaper, too!
Saturday was way better! With Snoopie, Little Abner, and friends.
Now I can’t find a newspaper! Or any more of those ‘News Stands’!
It would have been wonderful, to bring Dragon to ‘Show and Tell’!
To go outside to play with my friends, instead of texting from cells!
Play ‘Hide and Seek’ together, instead of computer games, I think!
Always walking with friends, not separately, driven everywhere…
But life goes on, they do say. Sigh! As we’ve lost those golden rules.
Drugs were rumored somewhere else, now at our children’s school.
We used to play at a neighbors house, now, they’re all out at the Mall.
Why can’t we just have fun, and with safe neighborhoods, all around?
Where are all the children, and beloved stay at home, kind of Moms?
Instead the children are in daycares, forgetting they even have a Mom.
They’re gaining a group mentality, and bullying is far, out of control.
Where is all the supervision? Will the children ever, be the same again?
I miss my Mom’s good cooking, with only occasional fast food stuff.
Where are GP rated TV shows: they’re all now, filled with violent crime.
We used to love the babysitter, now it’s TV’s with hundreds of channels.
But best of all, we talked and talked, not texted, all day into a cell phone!
If I could give one thing to my child, one day in the past, would be my gift.
But he might not even understand, what I’m trying to give to him… at all.
I expect he’d be bored, and find the first opportunity to try to get away.
He’d, laugh at ever going back there, again! … I could cry! … Heavy, Sigh!
Sitting alone in the magazined room
Reading health trends at our local GP.
There was a group of eight, down and out,
Thinking there’s places we’d all rather be.
I hear my name, “Yes, this should be quick”,
I go and sit on the examination table.
This doc should be able to fix everything up,
A few pills to make me feel stable.
He then gets a call, leaves with a smile.
“Bugger” I hear myself think.
So I sit there and observe the eye charts,
Reading glasses, computers and little white sink.
And this gets me thinking, I wonder what ills
People come here to this surgery to fix?
Who needs the penlight, hammer, and scale?
Who needs the tongue depressing lips?
Are these for acne, sore arms, sore legs,
Colds, sneezing fits, small limps or runny noses?
How many are hypochondriacs just wanting a talk,
Saying they’re allergic to little red roses?
But then I see the defibrillator, catheters,
Blood pressure gauge, gloves and needles.
It’s clear some folks are really crook, with arthritis,
Strokes, cancers or measles.
So I get off my overblown, inflated high horse,
And appreciate what this doc goes through.
And then he returned, diagnosed my affliction.
Smiling he said “Rest, drink water and use a tissue”.
MINNESOTA OG
by BambiLynn'14
We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!
All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane
I won a basket of lavender goodies on a local raffle
It bought a smile to my face
And bought back many memories
Of a lovely lady I once knew
Her husband was a retired GP
She had Parkinson’s Disease you see
She couldn’t be left on her own
He would get on the phone and I would run
She was 83 years old and as bright as a button
I would ‘granny sit’ for her to keep her from harm
Her favourite scent was lavender, and I would always hear her say
Can you get the lavender water for my hands today?
I would gently rub the water onto her gnarled hands
She would smell the sweet scent and smile
And tell me stories of her life
Of happy times and tragedy, the hours spent would fly by
I would hear the same stories time after time
Her mind would wander, but I didn’t mind
I could smile and laugh at the appropriate place
She would shed a tear and I would wipe them from her face
The tragedy in her life was her daughter Rosamund Yvonne
She was born with Down’s Syndrome – even now I can still see her smiling face
Her photo took pride of place on the grand piano
We would look at that faded picture and the old lady would smile
Her daughter passed away at five years old
But still the stories I was told every day
If I smell lavender now it brings back many a memory
Of that lovely old lady and Rosamund Yvonne
When I visit my GP these are the words I truly fear
‘You need another blood test, just take this form my dear’
I have to ring the hospital – I pray they have no room
They say ‘we have a cancellation please come in this afternoon'
I suffer from needle phobia and a blood test I must take
I’m sitting in the waiting room awaiting the inevitable fate
My name is called and I start to sweat and shake
The vampire nurse’s shadow falls on me; it’s my blood she wants to take
I try to warn them how I feel and how I may react
Some of them will listen; others have no tact
Oh follow me and don’t be silly, I fear that they may think
But I need to lie down and have some ice cold water to drink
The tourniquet is on my arm the pain I start to feel
I start to feel faint and woozy this I cannot conceal
Please lay me flat and let me rest – I hope that they will listen
I don’t want to pass out on the floor; tears form and my eyes glisten
The needle is drawn ready to take my precious blood
Oh its just a little prick, I must try to be good
But my head starts to swim and the cold sweat appears
Oh how I wish I could get rid of these irrational fears
One time the vampire nurse was in a bit of a hurry
She came to take my rich red blood and told me not to worry
You don’t need to lie down you will be alright
My eyes were as wide as teacups I really had a fright
She took my blood and the fear began to show
But she said I was fine and to the waiting room I must go
I stumbled to a chair and began to feel so faint
I lay down on the floor - I didn’t look too quaint
My hubby went back in and said my wife needs your attention
She came out to see me I needed her intervention
Back into the vampire nurse’s lair I stumbled
And into the chair I had to be bundled
I was lying down flat with a fan to cool me
I needed water – oh why oh why hadn’t she listened to my plea
After years of blood tests I know how I will react
I have needle phobia it is a well-known fact
It’s time for me to set God’s people free
In order for the lord to be praised
Thanking God he raised, me to do his work
So happy for the church
That he set me to do things his way
That’s why I have to pay
Tithing and offering and communion
That’s what God wants me to do son
I hope and pray for all the sinners
Cause God made us winners
In Jesus name he payed his life on the cross
And for him I’m not at a loss
I am now found so let God’s people be crowned
Let them be a vessel to fight back towards the tyranny
With the Holy Spirit who resides in me
Set his people free
I ask you to give me strength, cause without you we’re not on the same wavelength
For thine is the kingdom and the glory go on to you father
For that my heart became softer
I asked you into my heart and for that your love will never part
So in Jesus name I pray, this is where I stay
Amen
GP
She ran away when
She was 13 years old
Nobody filed a
Missing person report
Got in with a driver
All the things that he did
Made her convict uncle
Look like a picnic
She thought someone
Would rescue her
She thought the world would care
But they just took advantage
Like they do everywhere
GP you’re a goddess
You’re an angel so fare
A beautiful flower
So delicate and rare
I’ve seen you blossom
After all you’ve be through
There’ll never be another girl
I love like you
She did an interview
When she was eighteen
A documentary
About runaway teens
Thought they agreed
Not to show her face
But she was exposed
To the whole human race
Pimps and police
Could find her now
So she tried to go
Hospital didn't tell her
What she didn't want to know
GP you’re a goddess
You’re an angel so fare
You are a flower
So delicate and rare
I’ve seen you blossom
After all you’ve been through
Never be another girl
I love like you
She now had a baby
Growing inside her womb
Last thing she wanted
Baby strung out too
She kicked cold turkey
She never looked back
Left the windy city
Sold a ton of land
She made her millions
Just couldn't make it stay
Hard to hold on when you
Keep running away
GP you’re a goddess
You’re an angel so fare
You are a flower
So delicate and rare
I’ve seen you blossom
After all you’ve been through
Never be another girl
I love like you
An airline attendant,
A cruise ship host,
Funeral director,
She doesn’t boast
Just try'n to live a life
Be happy somehow
Baby is all she has
All she needs for now
One day she'll find the one
Who's meant to be
Who understands everything
And sets her soul free
GP you’re a goddess
You’re an angel so fare
A beautiful flower
So delicate and rare
I’ve seen you blossom
After all you’ve been through
Never be another girl
I love like you
Mad mother me.
I would shout "Paratroopers"
if a mass exodus from the heated house
was in operation, where the heat might escape.
So my daughters would know not to loiter in the doorway.
Mad mother me.
If asked to drive into town at 5pm
I would stamp and shout about traffic cahos.
Even though we live in a small town.
Crawling in traffic was obviously not my thing.
Mad mother me.
I would rant and rave how beautiful their hair was.
Only for them to go and get it thinned out.
So they could attach those expensive hair extensions.
And they thought I was mad??
Mad mother me.
I would procure alcohol in the form of cans of beer.
For my underage drinking, prinking (pre drinking) daughters.
In the hope that in my watching them consume, they would presume
enough was enough, so no more allowed...outside.
Mad mother me.
I would bring them to the G.P.
When they asked me to help them obtain the pill,
to clear up their acne, if you will. Knowing in my heart
after a year with their partner, they were bound to start...
Mad mother me.
I hope in future they will see.
How much love my heart has poured from me.
To give them the best start in life ahead.
And to know if I could have loved them more, I would.
>Overfed
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
And Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned.
Are you feeling overfed? Do you enjoy stuffing your head?
Actually I meant your mouth. But this is poetry about your health!
Rhymes are hard when I can’t say. You are really fat today.
No, I must say, body mass index, or overweight
As fat is what upsets your plate.
Especially when it is dry, it has to be scraped off, I sigh.
So if you are overweight from fat. Just stop eating too much of that.
And if you eat healthily!
The fat you have may soon go. Unless you have an illness so.
Then to Doctors you must flow. And perhaps they’ll help your fat to go.
Or body mass index or overweight.
So, remember to leave that fat upon your plate.
NB. I was once told once by my GP. My body mass index, although it was called my BMI, was 27.47133, which meant not a blinking thing to I.
Eat drink and be merry at Christmas time, but remember the golden rule, Do not drink, do drugs recreational or medical and drive. That way I can annoy you all next year. lol
This poem was inspired as I was writing my life story and I mentioned I would not eat a piece of gristly fat. My foster mother made me sit at the table and made me miss a Sunday afternoon's play I was only about 8 at the time. The only consolation I had was none of the cats she had or the strays she fed would eat it. And yes I did smile when I saw her put the offending lump of gristly fat in the dustbin. <
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When I first went to SW High school
I thought everything was going to be cool
New school, new life
Everything was supposed to be alright
But it wasn’t much different from GP high
I knew the problem was me
And why I always get talked about and teased
Girls get jealous of my beauty and personality
That was something I knew but didn’t want to believe
I try to stay humble
There is always somebody better than me
I would pray every day and every night
Thought about cutting myself with a knife
Was still making bad grades
Couldn’t focus no matter how hard I tried
Distractions every day
I would get frustrated, go to the bathroom and cry
The problems I have at home wouldn’t help
Gave up in life and wanted to kill myself
Just when I planned to commit suicide
The song by Shawn Mullins come on called Lullaby.
I guess God heard my cry
Song played on the radio and saved my life
I thank God I made it and I’m alive
Life and love gp together
happiness and sorrows havew to gather
shine or shadows what so ever
sail and singing all together
distrances and destinies know me better
noon or night does not matter