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If I win, I will put my bikini in my bin, I will go for to romp promptly.
If I fly to my gritty city, I will fry, but I will not cry.
If I win, I will cling to my kitty
I will bring my roll on, or I will pong.
I took it not to prolong my pong.
I will try it on; I knit for my Witty Kitty,
Kitty I will not cry, for you I will try,
To buy you promptly, but not too quick
I will not buy you fowl nor cock to boil,
Look for you Kitty, bonito, no colic.
You will fill your cocky colon, my bionic witty Kitty.
Bonito, not wing of cock, I will bring from my city.
I try for you, my own witty Kit.
I try to work on your colon, now you know it.
I try not to prolong your locomotion you know
Not in circumlocution I go.
To zip it up now I put it into motion.
My Kitty, My bikini, I will put in my bin.
Ol' Nellie Bramble; she loved to drink
She never washed and boy she did stink
In every bar in town, she'd cause a scene
And her rich language was quite obscene.
She spent many a night in a police cell
And all night long she'd scream and yell
She'd cuss and sing throughout the night
Then challenge all the duty cops to fight.
Every day when the jail clock struck noon
The police let her go saying "see you soon"
She'd then head for a bar and order whiskey
Try it on with the barmen and get frisky.
One dark wet night Nellie ran out of luck
When crossing the road didn't see a truck
The driver braked hard but he was too late
and poor old Nellie met with a terrible fate.
She was cremated, and ashes put in an urn
The bars proudly displayed it, each took a turn
And at the end of the night they'd raise a glass
To toast ol' Nellie that 'sweet' smelling lass.
Written 9th June 2022.
I wasn't their for your wedding
you won't be their for mine
right you are
right you are
aint nobody inviting you
bet' not come up in here
aint nobody getting
maried round here
aint no body getting married round here
that chic you wiff she's ah sucka
punk like you
wiff ah gal like that
man that's a pretty gown
did you try it on
aint noibody getting married round here
aint know body getting married round here
whats dat is
them lacey drawers you got on
aint nobody gettin
married round here
aint nobody getting married round here
said we gone practice
you showed me your thong
aint no body getting married round here
aint no body gettin married round here
i don't like you
geuss you know I never did
aint nobody getting married round here
aint nobody gettin married round here
shuff damn and shuffle man
bet you thanking diss
aint nobody gettin married round here
aint nobody gettin married round here
The worst kind of loyalty, is often
meted out blindly
It’s an entrapment, and it always
ends badly
I once thought to try it on for size
But I couldn’t afford its high price
I found it made a rather merciless
and relentlessly evil master
Pushes its ardent fans, with all the strength it can muster
Under its spell they are suddenly rendered senseless
It appears they deem common sense as rather useless
Happy to replace it with a pair of blinkers in the end
Soon tunnel vision sets in, to mess with the head
Goes ahead and trades in all logic for herd mentality
That stubbornly refuses to face reality
Pretends to honour patriotic duty with such fake regality
Yet another crafty way to justify injustice
And satisfy the lust for collective prejudice
In the end it's bound to kill a nation's rich heritage
as moral decay spreads down each lineage
A fruitful legacy lost just to appease entitlement
And blissful ignorance relished as divertissement
Such a waste and a steep decline to self sabotage
It's a tragedy within a mixed media collage
A strange reality where biased perceptions are well renowned
In a world where critical thinking has long since been renounced
Form:
The cold wind is riding in on the horses back and the air is slowly creeping up my new frock, I got it for a pre-Christmas gift and I have to try it on to see if it fits, I like the button line in my chest and how it sits neatly on top of my breast, it awakes a certain passion that reveals the designers thoughts in daylight action.
The side lines are amusing too, it accentuates a feature about me and you, I will wear to the New year's Eve ball with a scarf to match and warm air running up my back, and my legs standing in harmony with them.
I love the thought of winter running around the town, wearing long dress and miniskirts and the market women in the town singing in the street have caught on to the cultural beat.
Big women with broad hips dance forcefully and pull in the crowds and they too start jumping around. They sold off everything in a jiffy just because of the rhythm in their behind, and the patterns they create with the rhythm in their feet.
You can do business anywhere as long as you have something profound to share. Everyone starts doing rock and roll in the street and the market women start turning up the winter heat.
I want your winter to melt into my sun so that you can take up the bible and run and when my shoes cannot fit on your feet, you can try the lace up one that runs up your legs and place the stocking next to them. We are going on a ride with the ninja motorbike we will have fun on the high way and until the troubles fade away.
Winter is blowing in my back, and mountain goats are shouting. It is snowing way up there and there is no way they are going to get out of there.
When you are surrounded what can you do? but take a good look at the obstacle and find a way to break through. When the lions and the tiger are grinding their teeth and their paws are resting on the platter telling you that it is time for supper. You have got to find a way to break through the lion and the tiger’s leg.
Winter is sitting on the mountain and passion is rising in the skies.
This is how I am with clothes:
(Most won’t relate’s, what I suppose)
I purchase something that I like
(If it’s on sale, a lucky strike).
If in a store, I try it on,
Or if it comes from Amazon,
I grapple with the box or bag
To check the fit. (Return’s a drag.)
Then in my closet or a drawer,
I neatly place it, waiting for
The perfect time for me to wear it.
(Might be weeks or months - I swear it!)
Once it’s worn, it joins the crowd
With which my wardrobe’s been endowed
And rotates, as each day I see
Which outfit most appeals to me.
For years, most items I will wear,
But when they’re old or need repair,
They transfer to my country place
Where, in my drawers, I find some space.
To do that, other things must go.
I fill a bag of items, so
I have enough to donate to
Collection boxes (which I do).
Of course, some things I have to toss
And doing so is no one’s loss,
But maybe someone I don’t know
Wears something I bought long ago.
The way I am, I know is strange,
But at this point, I’ll never change,
Although, in logic that’s reversed,
I’ll wear the clothes I least like first.
Soon as a shameful scammer appears
Send them off with a clip round the ears
We know what they’re after
Let them do a grafter
As we do through our working years.
One dared try it on little old me
I’m not as daft as he thought I’d be
Put the fool in the place
That was dug with no grace
Where one can prance for eternity.
Scammers must think we’re all mad hatters
That there is nowt in our grey matters
Prove it that they are wrong
In a fine shanty song
So they’ll run off with souls in tatters.
Get rid of scammers quick as you can
Flush them away, flowing down the pan
To where sun doesn’t shine
Not having a great time
Till they are a good woman or man.
Naked Bacon Lady
Well. Morning came as usual but not for me
A large naked lady was in my bed
I don’t do drugs or drink
So I don’t know what to think
This event was startling to put it mildly
Intruders of any kind are not my style
She awoke requiring bacon
Demanding at least 2 pounds
Certainly she must be mistaken
Madame! This is not a restaurant
I don’t know how you got here
I can’t imagine you fitting through my door
And what’s more
I don’t know who you are
She said she’s from Detroit
Though adroit and skilled at language
I found her odious and obtuse
Informed her there was no bacon
That was the honest truth
Please leave before I call the police
It’s the least that you can do
Please put some cloths on first
She said she had none
I told her that’s just fine
There is a tent in my garage
Don’t be shy
Try it on
I’m sure it is your size
Good bye
Coward how does that word feel? Go ahead and try it on, wear it around for awhile and let it cast you in the light as the star
Go ahead and accept that reward, the one that you fought so hard for, the one that you cheated and betrayed to get because you don’t need me anymore
See you have no self-esteem, you’re not even a man, how can you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you live with the pain and stand?
You’re egotistical, that is what you are, you think that everyone loves you and you proudly wear those scars
The ones that are fake, that you use as a disguise, just to lure people in so that you can tell all your lies
See you’re a coward, one that has to creep in the night, because you’re not man enough to step out into the daylight, let alone try to make things right
You can’t just let go, you have to have your safety net in place, something to fall back on when everything blows up in your face
See I know all about you, I have seen the coward within, the one who cried to me because he couldn’t be with me ever again
Yes, I know that was all a load of lies that you just concocted for me, you were so happy that we were over all that you felt was relief
And you thought that no one would ever know the sordid secret that we share, well that just shows the coward that you are, because deep down inside you’re scared
Scared of losing everything, that supposedly matters to you, it didn’t seem to matter back then when you were telling me I Love You
So, I know that I am better off, I don’t need someone like you in my life, I am a strong person and I want to do what is right
So, go be the coward that you are and run away with your tail between your legs and hang your head down low, don’t worry your secrets not out, at least not yet, that is for another show.
'Twas the night before Christmas and I still needed to buy gifts,
work was almost over, as I waited for the change of shifts.
I decided to take a drive over to Tiffany’s, where a girl can dream,
and admire the fancy diamond rings that sparkle and gleam.
I arrived at the store, it was a crowded and busy night.
I soon spotted my dream ring, oh, what a beautiful sight!
I asked if I could try it on my right-hand ring finger.
It was spectacular, and I left it on a moment to linger.
Suddenly, the store lights went out and it was all black,
and then I heard screaming and knew it was a heist attack.
Men with head lights and socks over their faces soon appeared.
I quickly escaped and ran out of the store, frightened and scared.
I called 911 as I flagged down a policeman down the street.
I was so out of breath and overwhelmed I could barely speak.
After reporting to the officer, I ran to my car and started to drive,
I arrived home and let out a sigh, so happy I made it out alive.
I sat on the couch trying to relax, looked down and saw the ring.
Oh my god, it was the expensive tiffany ring with all the bling!
I started to panic, it was not my intent to have stolen it from the store.
I was petrified I would be arrested and ruin my reputation or more.
I called the police to report I accidentally still had Tiffany’s store ring.
I explained that it was not my intent to steal any fancy store bling.
He said, "Tiffany’s manager was so grateful that someone quickly called,
the police were able to quickly intervene, and the jewelry heist was stalled."
The next day I drove over to the store, and felt so upset, I started to cry,
the manager gave me a hug, and said, "no worries ", as I let out a sigh.
He said," we have decided to give you a heroic gift for saving our store,
and said you can keep your beautiful ring as we owe you so much more!"
I decided to buy my family gift cards for Christmas this year,
and wanted a break from the stores as I was still reeling with fear.
I went to my Family’s Christmas party and as I entered through the door,
I heard gasps as they all ran over to see my new sparkling gift I adore!