Best Mope Poems
What is Kindness ?
Kindness is great !
Kindness beats hate.
Kindness is hope .
Kindness doesn't mope.
Kindness is love
And it is sent from up above.
It was a lovely morning and we - that is Marge and me
decided the kids deserved a treat, so off we went.
We live in Barking, so we didn't have far to go.
We did the City and wandered down to Pudding Lane,
where once the king's bakery stood -
before it went up in flames, taking most of London with it.
The king loved his loaves hot.
We saw Wren's masterpiece and whispered in the gallery,
came out and wondered where to go next. Marge said:
"Bill, ask that bobby, he looks the friendly type."
So I went up to him and said:
"Good morning, Constable,
any suggestions for an excursion without frills?"
"I see the good lady's with you,
so it can't be Soho and cheap thrills.
Take 'em down to Hyde Park, Speakers' Corner,
round that way. You can take the Central Line."
That got us to Marble Arch in no time.
"Could do with a cuppa char" - that was Marge, not me
."Why don't we have a look at the speakers,
then go to that corner house for some nice cream buns?"
Marge agreed, so we walked over to the railings.
One guy was a Communist intent on revolution,
another a vegetarian, who said Adam and eve ate figs
until the fall, after which they ate pork pies and beef rolls.
Then there was this West Indian who ..
but then this other geezer caught my eye.
He was standing there on his soap box under a banner:
"The End is at Hand. Prepare to meet thy Doom."
His suit was black, hardly surprising, his shirt white,
but his face wore a dirty smirk.
All else fitted but the grin.
Was he savouring the memory of some naughtiness or sin?
Strange happiness amid prophecies dire of gloom.
"Uranium comes from Heaven,
and Plutonium from Hell.
And the two is gettin' married.
Jingle, jangle does the bell.
If you're good, you'll go to Heaven.
If not, you know the place.
Either way, be gettin' ready.
Thin's is moving at a pace."
So I said to Marge:
"Marge, get the kids.
Let's have a cuppa while we can.."
"Silly," said Marge, "it's hours before closing time."
"Not according to what he says, it ain't," I said.
Gas prices are too high
Grocery stores have empty shelves
Everything to expensive to buy
The world on the edge of total war
Small business with shutter doors
People worried about what they say
News depressing and unreal
Does anything matter now a days
Government spending money we don't have
Future generations to be debt slaves
The rich get richer absolute greed
The poor get poorer as they bleed
Faith and goodness mocked and scorned
Children brainwashed as families torn
Government worried about borders a world away
While our own invaded every single day
Politicians and corporations working for the CCP
Our government crooked and mad crazy
Media only lies lies lies
Will our republic survive
Turn off everything and just lie down
Lazy Sunday mopping around
Pray as revolutions on arise
Civil war brewing as democracy dies
A voice from the wilderness comes through
Freedom lives through you
The people reforming as a single mass
Time to kick some Globalist ass
She is multi-talented,
Her writing skill is a dope.
Her speaking skills will lift you up,
Even if you are a Mope.
Though she major in Biology,
She's good with the use of tropes.
Despite her challenges,
She's find a way to cope.
She wakes up daily,
With a renew energy of hope.
Her future is assured,
She doesn't need any horoscope.
There will be a brighter day,
Her name shall be heard everywhere on the globe.