I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes
For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch
Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat
Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll
From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart
No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets
Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed
With the right potion
Perhaps, if time
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill
Categories:
jammy, cat, crazy, culture, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Well lammy he got slammy..' while karma hopes to be
Jammy.? cause in the past there were caustic blasts.'
I don't think Mr Trump really thinks thats funny? Yet
The man has never returned that trick, maybe he was busy
Making money.? Of course he could not be fair and strong
Just take a look at (the drainstrems song!) and dance.?
Their whole climates not too sunny.' Only dark clouds on their
Charts' bad attitude.' With eyes and noses runney.. those cry
Room kings and queens we hear.? Them loud, yet not so clear.' Look! We know lifes not.! All milk and honey.' I would
Advuse for calm and indeed respect.' Ask that all might recognise
The fact Americas choice.) Is to rebuild both hope and faith.'
They want to live in uplands once again more free and sunny.)
Categories:
jammy, allusion, america, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Man what a pig sty
honestly hope the next place is better
seriously listen to this they in their drinking water
dump rubish and toxins in it
then take their children on roasting days to swim in it
i give it a week and its shutdown
The food aww minging
they sprinkle rocks into it
take drinks from the plants
some of my best friends are plants
Wait to you hear this
the spend half their lives asleep
the other half working away for paper
i heard it used to be nice
guess we should have stopped with the dinosaurs
Anywhys where are you reviewing next
Venus
yah Jammy sod
Categories:
jammy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sid pointed to his mouth and told Frank:
"Dentist pulled my tooth out"
"Hurt?"
"I"
"Why?"
"Doesn't work"
"False?"
"No, it hurt!"
"False tooth?"
"No, it was mine"
"False teeeeeeth?"
Frank said now pointing to his mouth!
Silence
Gormless
"Tea?"
"Jammy dodger or custard cream?"
"Bourbons!"
"Not got none"
"Still got some left"
"Where"
"In my mouth!"
"Bourbons?"
"Teeth"
Without gorm, both men.
Categories:
jammy, friend, funny, humor, old,
Form: Free verse
Tea stop
Mrs Taylor always uses Tea leaves in her giant Tea pot
Harry Taylor doesn't mind he'll drink it as long as its hot
Get out the biscuit tin you'll find there's quite a lot
Bourbon biscuits Jammy dodgers pink wafers and toffee pops
You can really dunk them but be carefull when the biscuit melts you've got to bite the tops
The Tea warms your hands up and your belly does the cup of Teas flips and flops
Swishing all around in your stomach so now you've nearly eaten what you've got
A cup a Tea with Harry and Mrs Taylor was just a one stop shop so when I get home I'll use my own Tea bags and drink another while I watch Top of the Pops.
Categories:
jammy, art,
Form: I do not know?
Incredibly hung ,
with the one bung lung,
And kidneys not quite a failing,
He went to the dentist ,
Tooth reefed out,
Sucked ciggys without inhaling.
The guys in the bar,
Sucked on cigars,
Checked him, the toilet, ha,
Were enthral led with ,
The girth n gift ,
“how come it are”
Said, “Wear no jocks,
Or stinking feet socks,”
Too big for the average shiela,
She took one quick look,
Went back to her book,
Said jam it in a jam jar.
Aha.
Don Johnson
watch out for the jammy jars,
plum jam or apricot good tuckers are,
but not 4 jamming Jimmy...ha,
not 4 jamming Jimbob...
Categories:
jammy, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
When i was a wean we got everything free.from first bras to high heel shoes. ma mammy
thought she had the cream of the crop, five braw weans what a jaw drop. dad wasn't
working, money was tight, out came the sewing machine, she peddled all night.we awoke in
the morning new togs to put on, no designer labels but she was dead on. we would fly up the
stairs to try out our gear,kick our brother out the way,and give him a thick ear. Back we
would come, twirl for ma mammy,our pals would say yous'e are really jammy.they pulled at
our clothes looking for a tag,but our clothes you wouldn't find in no mag.
Categories:
jammy, childhood, family, funnyclothes,
Form: I do not know?
SOPHIA’S POEM
Cheerios across the floor
Pen marks on the walls
Paint on my new carpet
I can’t take it all!
Books touched by jammy fingers
Chocolate on my cat
Boogies on my sofa
Who could live like that?
Bedtime’s like a war zone
Toothache, sore head, sore thumb
Can’t sleep, not tired, I’m hungry
I want to see my Mum!
Start over in the morning
The Cheerios again!
One sock, one shoe, no jumper
Late for school again!
Then there are those moments
When we spend time alone
Colouring or building blocks
And I see how she’s grown
She’s the one I need
Whenever I am blue
No ones hugs can love me
The way Sophia’s do
For a little girl of seven
She’s really full of wit
And because of all she gives me
The mess?
I can live with it!
Categories:
jammy,
Form: I do not know?