A poem so bizarre I shall now rite
The meter’s wrong I don’t care
Rhymes not true or near
So, stay with me I am a balladear
Descriptions are remarkable
May be just a load of rubbish to read
I hear you ask?
What is this nonscenecall rot
Disquised a poetry
Well don’t say I did not try
You asked for something badly written
This is my fought-ey
Enjoy and lol
me mate duckbill platypus
feels claustrophobic in my car
me other mate asked me to be his running buddy
we ran once, then he said it was too cold
what a load of rubbish
the river of death that finishes a hard life
when we ran, he fell to his knees
calling for a chair
we stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru and
Jericho in the back started talking into the speaker
about the haunting impact of one's past actions
and personal choices that have broader
societal implications
when we pulled up at the window
they gave him a burger
Families have their own quirky sayings
That tend to continue throughout generations
Said for many emotions
Or just in general conversation
“What a load of Codswallop”
“Or what a load of Cods”
A saying in my family
“Codswallop” not so odd!
It means what a load of rubbish
Though many of you may already know
I’m writing a load of Cods right now
So time for me to go …..
If you Love me,
Don't give in to all my demands,
Don't excuse my bad behaviour,
Or give me praise for doing nothing.
If you Love me,
Don't believe everything I say,
Don't give me extravagant presents,
Or tell lies on my behalf.
If you Love me,
Don't tell me only what I want to hear,
Don't say yes to me when you mean No,
Or give me false hope.
If you Love me,
Don't treat me like a charity case,
Don't shield me from the law,
Or Help me feed my addictions.
If you Love me,
Then you will know,
That I am sometimes in need of sound advice,
Or even a good telling off.
If you Love me,
Then you will know ,
That I need a push in the right direction,
And even to be told I am speaking a load of rubbish.
If you Love me,
Then you will know,
That I can sometimes be overbearing,
And prone to take others for granted.
If You Love me,
You will know,
That I am only Human,
And your expectations of me need to come from a Loving Heart.
It may be the common one, but they still scare the be-jeepers out of me.
I can’t sit in a room where - I think a spider may be.
I often see their footprints where they’ve walked across the floor
And when they take their boots off you won’t see me about no more.
They say kill a spider is to save a thousand flies
That a load of rubbish I hope you realise…
Remove a spider you remove the fear, flies are just a pest
They don’t have great gnashing teeth nor do they have 8 legs,
My spider senses tingle, my radar fixes on
I know when a spider is about even if-you can’t see one
They wander round in great big boots as if they own the place
All I can do is scream and run with a pillow over my face
I need a man to get them and chase them out each day
My blood pressure can’t take the strain, I nearly faint away
So if you’re not scared of spiders you are the man for me
Just come right in on your white horse and chase them out so gallantly...
~GG~ 4/09/2012
What's the point in voting
it really dosn't count,
I thought the highest scorer
knocked the others out.
But no,no, no............
I hear you shout
We are the people
we do not count.
Polititians rule the country
that is really true
They really do not listen
to the likes of me and you.
All this,' let the people have a say'
it's a load of rubbish
We all line up in the rain,
to place our'X' to vote and wish....
But it is all in vain I tell you
they won't let us have our say,
they get us in debt,.. we're up to our neck
they promise us this
And give a smarmy smile
and they promise us that
telling more lies, all the while
when it comes to delivering, huh.......
I dont think they know how the truth is told
they come out with the same excuses
to come clean with truth,...... they're not that bold
Hung parliment...huh
I know who we'd like to hang
Guy Faulks had the right idea
send Parliament up with a 'Bang'
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