Oxford Street
...I walked down the alleyways of London
Early one edgy Friday evening.
I am a touring, curious resident, mind you.
The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and
With the hushed melody of frazzle...
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Categories:
fogeys, city, london,
Form: Ode
The Old-Age Home
...It wasn't in India, it wasn't even here,
rather, where you wanted it to be my dear,
I don't like the food and all the old fogeys,
they all just sit there picking their bogeys.
We tell stories: ...
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Categories:
fogeys, africa, age,
Form: Prose
Butt Nothing
...The flab getting clearer
old age coming nearer
My own piece of meat
too bad(she used to be so sweet)
is a butt of nothing(and that is really saying something)
Moby @ick I am
Salt of the sea or...
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Categories:
fogeys, funny, music, parody,
Form: Rhyme