It ends with the dogs of war being let loose,
Licking their bloody lips.
Karen overthrows and bestrides her enemy in the bloody fray,
Ignoring the loud exclamations of murder roared forth.
But it is impossible to discuss arrangements with
An impulsive man who has tears
In his eyes and both his
Arms round your neck.
I listen to BBC Radio 4 on a Wednesday morning with breakfast -
Listeners are encouraged to meet the highly
Intelligent, bright yellow blob,
That doesn't have a brain.
Where are you Madame Chrysanthème and your experiments?
Dirty. Loud. Brilliant.
A brawl broke out at the local plant sale
The normally meek started to flail
Their begonias and orchids around
Geraniums were ripped right out of the ground
Look at them wrong and they'll fight you without fail.
I passed the local swimming pool
And saw that what remained
Was lots of empty space because
The water had been drained.
Now, I am not a swimmer,
Though I walk by every morn,
Way too early for the crowds of folks
Where bathing suits are worn.
Yet I’m certain they enjoyed it,
Cooling off or doing laps,
While the children played or splashed
With “Marco Polo!” shouts, perhaps.
That’s all finished for the season
And the lifeguards, too, are gone,
Maybe to an indoor gym, where some
Aquatics still go on.
Local news
Elderly woman hit by a bus.
She was elderly people,
So what's all the fuss?
She had a full life,
What more can you say?
These elderly people,
They get in the way.
When you are old
You should stay at home.
What was she thinking?
going out all alone.
And as I read on I thought,
Can this be?
This elderly woman
Was younger than me.
When it's not possible to go abroad
It's not bad to get acquainted local scenes
With the Philippines country's surroundings
I have long wanted to see Cebu's whale sharks
I want to visit Palawan's Underground River
Witness the Baguio's cliff-hanging cemetery
Astonishing Bukidnon nature like Switzerland
Feel the nerve-wracking landing seaport of Ibatan
Experience the windy part of Northern Ilocos
Enjoy surfing the giant waves of Siargao
Adventure trek to Suhoton Cave of Surigao City
Of course, swim in the pink sand beach of Zambonga City.
Porky Pig and Dairy Cow-Moon
did up X-mas at the local saloon
Where Olive Oil and Pepe le pew
had already downed more than a few
Porky Pig and Cow-Moon
joined in by singing a tune...
But when they courted disaster
by all getting plastered
They were tossed out on their keisters
~ and didn’t get sober ‘til almost Easter
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i meant loco poet
heck "local poet"
we can get them by thuh dozenz
now loco
hiz name beith
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'tis almost every women
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Got party spree
From a local resort inn
Cool place to stay.
Think something global
Waste is something human
Buy something local.
It’s your station, Bolton FM,
the place to find out what’s on when,
with all the local juice and jive,
24/7, broadcasting live,
thanks for listening, tune in again.
Find your station, Bolton FM,
ask Alexa or phone a friend,
we’re here on ninety-six point five,
it’s your station.
Community station, Bolton FM,
for news, views, music, travel gen,
to get you through the nine to five,
and don’t forget the Wanderers live,
thanks for listening, tune in again,
it’s your station.
Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once again bussed elsewhere without a single thank you. People in these areas reported people being saved by these immigrants. FYI: everyone in America are immigrants
Had a sample taken by our local vampire
Saw traces of blood on her teeth when she smiled
She drew an extra flask
For an afternoon snack
She sure looked scary in her vampire attire
If you were a lilac
And I was a bee
I'd make us a home
In a honeysuckle tree
I'd fly to where you're planted
And get down on one knee
Then take your petals in my wing
And ask if you would be
My one and only flower,
Could it be just you and me
Who fed and filled each other
With honey from the tree?
If you said yes I'd take you
From the roots and so gently
Replant you in the center
To grow exclusively
I'd water you forever
And help for you to be
The most resplendent lilac
The world did ever see
Honeysuckle lilac
Would permeate the air
Surrounding all the neighborhood
With sweet perfume so fair
And in the dusk of evening
Just as the sun goes down
The final rays encircle on
Your head a golden crown
The other bees would notice
This lilac who's so fine
They'd swarm but all for nothing
This lilac here is mine
'Twas so hot that I shivered
My lips so dry they quivered
Salty tears clouded my eyes
my plumbing bowdlerized
After the greedily laden cirrus' lighten their loads,
a dog day returns to our suburban sanctuary.
As the mercury ascends like a climber captured in a glass tube,
the heath's heady aromas revoke our remorse.
Tangled brier and spiky scrub emit their balm:
a conspicuously redolent cocktail of coconut and cabbage.
Backlit baubles of liquid sunshine dazzle the view,
while defying gravity on their barbed roosts.
Suspended above the sodden, verdant heath, like an ethereal spirit,
another cloud hangs low, as if a subterranean lava lake -
once dormant - has been aroused from its viscous langour.
The transient torrent which incited the tribes to take refuge -
now passed - invites its flock to flood back onto the pasture.
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