Night Attire
Spoke to a bloke
from Blighty
whose wife
wouldn't wear a nightie
when she rolled over
he told me
her ankles were tangled
then turned back
her throat strangled
all the more
'I can't retire' she sleepily said
so instead she wore
bloomers to bed
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Categories:
blighty, clothes, humor, night, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Adored Lord Broad
Let's applaud our
Adored Lord Broad
Fame and awards
Crossing swords &
Bossing visiting hordes
Name in the frame
On Lords boards
Cooing..wasn't it grand
Tanned boy with headband
Wooing the fanned stand
No wonder we're so fond
Of this towering..glowering
Powering flowering blonde
Plumping for knees pumping
Hearts a jumping
All a flutter
Tub thumping
Jaffas he's a scrumping
Utter bowling nutter
Batters in tatters
On the ropes
Slain with disdain
Hopes in vain
Dope
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Categories:
blighty, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Emagi Thompson Blighty
John Thompson 'COMING BACK'
/____BLIGHTY_______ ww1
\
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Categories:
blighty, poems,
Form: Shape
To Blighty and Back
Just got back from visit home. Was nice to get out of the desert for a little while.. unfortunately still have to get back to work at some point...
pennies saved for months
for reprieve from blistering heat
leaving sand behind
greeted by green grass,
cool rain and ale, palate cleansed
barefoot dance under stars
rolling hills, robins
morning songs and crawling
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Categories:
blighty, family, travel,
Form: Haibun
My Trip To the Mighty Blighty
My trip to mighty Blighty.
At the age of just nineteen
I bought myself a ticket
Packed up all my bags and stuff
And climbed aboard the ship
I was off to mighty Blighty.
And so I left these Aussie shores
And sailed the deep blue seas
I crossed so many lovely countries
And stopped at quite a few
On the way to mighty Blighty.
I
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Categories:
blighty, adventure, growing up, ocean,
Form: Free verse
Leaving Blighty
Stinky Stan the dustbin man
Was always less than fragrant
The aroma hung like cattle dung
And he looked like a vagrant
If you saw Stanley at his work
You’d never call him posh
He wore the same clothes everyday
And never seemed to wash
Our Stanley wasn’t stupid though
In every days collection
He’d find some bits worth having
And soon had a fine
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Categories:
blighty, workclothes,
Form: I do not know?