Freely admit am more than a bit of a Test cricket junkie
VIP pass doff for punky class of Bazball’s start so spunky
Revel in rocking devil may care peacocking flair so funky
But when stuttered became rather cluttered and clunky
Then Ben not with his men again is still a cheeky monkey
Iffy getting squiffy forgot curfew & in a jiffy all got gunky
Palaver in a lather farce of toff ECB job & gob of slob Key
Smelt wrong the pong not dope has felt old school skunky
Hunky stallion did quaff the trough now rapscallion donkey
Scoff not bob on plunky fob off dob em in for being a flunky
Got a cob on Baz a show off ar*e & Rob chubby and chunky
Sob should burn on the hob as each other’s jail bit*h bunkie
Turn the door k*ob in lob Baz & Bob then Ben lose the key
Dull autumn day.
An exhausted
white cabbage moth,
probably the last survivor
of the season,
settles on a yellow leaf.
There is a sadness
in its solitude.
Yet pity is paused
when it causes
me to suddenly think
of a dob of whipped cream
on a custard tart
accompanied
by a cappuccino
at the local cafe.
Magic saw cuts assistant in two
Pretty lady emerges good as new
Magician pulls hankie from hat
Dove flies away
He tells you your name, DOB,
even your fortune
The man rakes in the money ~
Entertainment’s portion
Flobodobba-dob? asked Bill of Ben
Dobba-flob? Ben asked Bill to repeat again
Ah!! Dobba-flobbing flobadom Bill confirmed with linguistic skill
Flobbing dobba-do dob do Ben wrote down with his Quill
Hadn't the flowerpot men heard of Google Translate
then they wouldn't have as much trouble to communicate
"Weeeeeed", "Weeeeeed" suggested their best friend little weed
but alas, the flowerpot men couldn't speak weed, so didn't take heed
Flobadobba dob dob flabba flob - they both whispered in the foyer
Dobba dobba flob - for they had come to see their lawyer
Today was an important day for both Ben and for Bill
Ben was there to witness the signing of Bill's Will
But who will inherit Bill's estate when he dies
Will the reading be full of mystery and lies
Maybe Bill actually had listened and used Google Translate indeed
for Bill's estate was all left to his friend little weed
So the morale of the story is to use Google Translate
if you want to make a deal behind the back of your mate
Bill used Google Translate to make sure he did succeed
and leave his wealth to his real best friend little weed
Each year the International Day of Peace is observed around the world on 21 September.The UN General Assembly has declared this as a day devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace,through observing 24 hours of non-violence and cease-fire..Suna Zafar Bhai cease fire yani no goli no bullet..Hence it is proved that ARK is peace preacher and that is why I say Love Life Live Life And Let Others Live..According to astrological chart my zodiac sign is Virgo and
Zodiac symbol is virgin,maiden,doshiza and Perhaps that is why I am a bachelor. Strength..Helpful,Honest,Organized,Reliable..
Weaknesses.stubborn and critical..
Life Path Number 3 and Probably that is why I am following Triple 3..
Ruling Planet Mercury..Element Earth..Lucky Day Wednesday...
Lucky Color Orange Budhist color..
Lucky numbers 4,12,17,21,(33)45 and 69,SiX Nine hhmm..
Compatibility capricorn taurus..
Note.Kareena Kapoor's date of birth is also 21 September..
Waiting around in our lockdown
Keeping busy without a frown
Suddenly what did I see on TV
Something that I thought I’d never see
Surely not they aren’t that dumb
A demonstration in lockdown for fun
They abused everyone but mostly it was the police
And they demanded a quick lockdown release
There was a fire eater there as well
For entertainment they thought was swell
So I wondered why these people decided
COVID 19 was not for them and not provided
Some people only open their mouths for us to be enticed
That they are self centred and can’t be left to their own device
So they are fined for being out whilst not allowed
And beating horses which was so foul
The only saving grace in it all for us
Is that their mates dob them in without a fuss.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I set my snares in sea of dreams
to catch my share of dreams in common.
I'm waiting,
killing time playing cards
with the trawler men,
who are much better
at cards than me.
I wait to see the dreams wiggle
in the nets,
like bats, birds and fishes.
Which one will come to me?
How many will I get?
Will I throw the tiddlers back?
Or will I keep them hidden,
lest the other dream fishers
dob me in, to the trawler men
for nabbing daydream naps.
I'm all at sea,
in sea of dreams
waiting for the catch.
Door Knob A Fat Slob
Of sense Trump only has a small dob,
Who was discovered to be a door nob;
A dumb cluck;
Foot got stuck;
Difficult entering and sure is fat slob.
Jim Horn
Annoyed With Opioid
Concerning subject became annoyed,
When anyone would mention opioid;
About worry,
And also jury;
Went ahead and did have destroyed.
Trump will never end up being wrong,
And always has been same old song;
Mouth had spurt,
And fell on shirt;
Forever we did know he was ding dong.
If pathetic person will play with politics,
There are many ways to perform tricks;
Definite door knob;
On hair put dob;
Is amazing ways people get their kicks.
Jim Horn
More Later. Nap time.
Clawed clouds descend upon us!
Like Adam so Eve.
Naked we wait…
What gods we are?
As for creation, we End.
In his image, we conceive.
Forests of masonry stand tall,
Chariots of death we ride,
What gods we are?
From the wells of Hell, we drink.
As the elixir of life sings…
Like muezzins leading prayers of the prophet.
True fountain of youth Indeed,
Youth marked by the crucifix?
Youth marked by the crescent Moon and Star?
In the garden of lost dreams, they lay.
Like martyrs of yesterday!
INRI…
DOB-DOD, MAN-BB!
True products of ignorance.
TIC! TOC! TIC! TOC!
Chronographs of death,
Counting as dreams are conceived!
What gods we are?
As dreams oxidize in our ignorance.
There were no wise men come to see
No king to charge a death decree
No guiding light
No silent night
No precious gifts or subsidies
There was some help, an old sawbones
A nice warm bed away from home
No family friends
Just next of kin
Good news went out by telephone
A Leo child not Capricorn
No world to save when I was born
Rejoice with joy
New baby boy
In mother's arms all safe and warm
Today's the day my mom gave birth
The day she put me on this earth
To do my best
Accept no less
To walk upright and have some worth
8/13/2016
DOB 8/13/57
I am an extraordinary dairy man,
I really give that milk a shake,
I whir it on my mixer,
I think you should partake.
I have such scrumptious flavours,
I'll put a dob of ice-cream in,
Your taste buds will go ballistic,
Just as soon as you begin.
There you go, drink it up,
Well, what did you think of that?
I think it tastes so very nice,
But, will it make me fat?
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I am a 3
Revealed from heaven,
My three dances atop ten,
Numerology!
Haiku- 5/7/5 on destiny no.
For Andrea's contest 'Tell me your number'
Path no- 6
Destiny no- 3
Dob- 3/3/1968
Awarded 4th place win
What if I were to describe
How much it takes to keep me alive
So I can more easily survive
And in case I have to revive
Myself, I won't take a nose dive
While my path appears to be five
And two for destiny which I did contrive.
DOB: June 26, 1941
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Which Was Outstanding
She wore a bikini so her body he could observe
Which was cute with a very vivacious curve
Wore right-sized bra so boobs would suspend
Matching her elegant body along with rear end.
With both of his eyes, he did toil and tarry
Then said one day we both should marry
(Never heard of anyone married to themselves before.)
After being taunted by her smile and terrific teeth
Wondering what lies ahead and underneath.
In bed, big breasts kept getting in the way
So what was he really supposed to say?
After his performance which was oh so fine
He wanted little old me to be his valentine.
Together, have been married for many long years
Along with great goals and hopes and fears
And even though now old she kept on demanding
My fine performance which is still outstanding.
PS. With you, this I wanted to discuss,
This was only intended to be humorous;
So my friend, why all of the fuss?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
DOB: 26 June 1941
[email protected]
Poem written today on 19 Sep 2014
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