Best Shovers Poems
Panic buying
shoppers vying
People lying
not complying
They’re so greedy
others needy
No chips or bread
kids can’t be fed
There’s no pasta
pure disaster
No toilet rolls
For ‘our souls’
Pushers shovers
think of others!
We have been in lockdown for a little over a week, there was mass panic buying before the actual lockdown was implemented and the shelves were stripped bare as if by locusts in a field, it was 3 days before I was able to get a loaf of bread. Now everything is in stock and I've not had to queue for long with more than 3 people in front of me
01/15/21
Your problems are you; the beaten who stay.
The rich who won't help you and the shovers who prey.
Your problems are you who roar to the street
When pavement's not listening and people won't greet
Your problems are you who shy like a coward
when fear's coming at you as you can't be bothered.
Your problems are you who can't feel the heart
when feelings thrown at you are feelings apart.
Your problems are you who can't seem to change
When waiting inately means nothing will change.
Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros
With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from
Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he didn't give a damn' his pebble specs were
Focused on, the denigration of Victorians.' In his own real dirty
Plans, almost two years he weilded terror, all trust he would
Destroy, i would cringe were I related.' What thoughts would have
The mother? I really wonder? Of her boy.? He resigned his
Seat, quite dirty now; another takes it on' maybe just as
Evil' A w e f moron? After said retirement he thought to take
Up golf.? But they rejcted him at Mornington, said he's really as bad
As rolf
Not a man..' In the way of honourable' i suppose is what is meant
All of his attributes?? Are what others might call bent?
Portslade club, you've done us proud may Australians all stand
Straight! And applaud you loud and strong, granted grace i hope
To come, and wish all well in verse and song.' You truly are my mates'
Now Dan the dil.? I rate him low, Pentridge being' too good for him to go
A hole in one, one mile below and i'll dig that. And by hand I trow' Its the
Place where he should go, you dirty crook minded ham, no act no
Words, will ever take away, the shame, you ladled on..The ones that
Gave you chance, to show your attributes?? And was that wrong??
Its good your gone, you brought me tears I felt much shame I hate
The whisper of your name, Koby Dimond is light years ahead, you evil Scum; to me you're dead.' For all The hurts you heaped on others,
May you rot away ( you wrongo ) lover! forever; with all the other sick
Misinfo Shovers.!