I made it to vacation then it was all downhill after that
Gateway to healthy eating- until you fall off the wagon
The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn.
Tight stinking alleys
cobblestones and gin.
The condemned drink their fill,
none fear falling ill.
Harlots cackle and screech
the condemned grow horny.
The Hanging Tree accommodates
three at a time.
Six limbs a’ waving,
bladders and bowels voiding
- drink now to the dangling.
A canting debauchery
spends its copper penny.
Hungover Londoners swear
‘off the wagon,’
but look here comes another:
Pass the flagon!
Lately, I'm trying to diet
There's a lot of pain in fitness
All the tasty foods are taboo
Tell me, can I get a witness?
Standing on scales Saturday
Was my motivation to try
But without my chocolate sundae
I don't know but that I might die!
All the famous diet "Guru's"
Cast shade on the foods that I love
There's no way you can convince me
Cheeseburgers are not from above!
Not pushed, I jumped off the wagon
Thinking, "I'm not really that fat!"
I decided to leave it be
I thought, "Yes I can live with that!"
Then shortly there after I hear,
Across the street in a wee voice
"Hey mommy, look at that fat man!"
So......back on the wagon's my choice!
There’s young girls and women
All frantically slimming
Perhaps they’re all seeking a mate
But blokes around here
Full of burgers and beer
Are ugly or well overweight
They wear their beer goggles
And when their mind boggles
They ask some old trout on a date
One snuck down an ally
With hideous Sally
Who offered herself on a plate
He fell off the wagon
And entered the dragon
Which meant a lot more than a date
She soon had a grumble
About that drunk fumble
‘You should have been careful... I’m late!’
That drunk was no baddie
But now he’s a daddy
He wasn’t expecting that fate
But fellas who wink
As they swig down a drink
Make dads who will soon abdicate
So put down your salad
For this is no ballad
And the blokes around here ain’t that great
White supremacy has expired, its perpetrators continue to try and resurrect the impossible
Sawing beans that brood only wickedness
White supremacists you have fallen off the wagon, your time has been suppressed and deleted
Your kingdoms will only be cluttered with hatred and wicked thoughts
Your generations will continue to starve of life for you feed them meaningless wisdom
While others flourish you will starve for your conscious is are not as pure as you act in front of them
Yet you are nothing without them
Your choice to be blinded by past will create a black hole that will swallow you more than the pride you believe to have
White supremacist you are left behind trying to start a war you will not be able to handle
Like David who lead His community to freedom and humility
They are rising from the ashes of your false teachings and oppression
Dear white supremacists you will suffer from in your own hands, life goes on
We are all given the chance to rebuild as humanity
You missing out because you hang up on the past and chained by your wickedness
White supremacists the truth is revealing
BY:gOddess Of Verse’s
On a roll again, fell off the wagon for a bit
A wee glitch, no idea why garbage I did emit
Well I'm over it now
No more nonsense I vow
Strictly perfection as usual, really no ****!
Another year
Of too much beer;
When will my head
Ever be clear?
*******
So, what's your solution?
Another resolution?
You've tried that before
The result's dissolution.
Joining a support group?
You think that's duck soup?
Nah. It's endless confession;
You'd feel like a snoop.
Taking up a new hobby?
To shake yourself up?
Sorry. No way. Not after
Your last relationship broke up.
Out of suggestions?
That begs this key question:
How long can you afford
To keep falling off the wagon?
*******
Well, in the way of a reply,
Allow me to say:
What just might do some good
Is to fix my 'true friend's' attitude!
Buy rum and eggnog
Buy the decorations
Decorations to put up
Decorations to light up
Up **** creek
Up on the roof
Rooftop Santa
Rooftop sleigh
Sleigh bells ring
Sleigh and reindeer
Reindeer eat
Reindeer crap
Crap to shovel
Crap to do
Do not drink
Do not fall
Fall off the wagon
Fall down the chimney
Chimney ashes
Chimney soot
Soot on face
Soot on hands
Hands me a towel
Hands me drinks
Drinks too much
Drinks my lunch
Lunch is served
Lunch of cookies
Cookies crumble
Cookies need milk
Milk the reindeer
Milk the job
Job is a pain
Job for a holiday
Holiday gift
Holiday wish
Wish in one hand
Wish away the day
Day is flying
Day of reckon
Reckon I will have another
Reckon I am drunk
Drunk on Christmas
Drunk on love
Love hurts
Love this holiday
Holiday eggnog
Holiday cheers
Cheers...
Eggnog...
Written 11/28/17
for Contest
Blitzing Christmas
Hosted by taai tekai
Back on track, fell off the wagon for a bit
The break did me good, gave me a lift
Didn't suffer weight wise
Same slender thighs
Onward and upward didn't go too far adrift
Martine
Timid, reliable, emotional, observant
Wife of Nathan Church
Lover of time management games, cooking competitions and giggle smoke
Who feels anxious, determined, inspired
Who needs attention, La Croix seltzer water, and yoga tights
Who gives thanks to God
Who fears natural disasters, highways and falling off the wagon....again
Who would like to see all disease extinct
A resident of Orlando
Lincifort-Church
I like travelling a lot
that’s why people are
often giving me guilt trips.
I like to drill and dig holes
that’s why people always bore me.
I like playing possum
that’s why life often passes me by.
I paint a lot in red
that’s why people often catch me
red-handed painting the town red.
I am old-school and like to
hitch rides on horse-drawn cart
but fall off the wagon often.
I bite off more than I can chew
And I am hanging onto life now
by the skin of my teeth.
Hello, Baub. This is froufrou, I fell off the wagon. What do I do? I’m hanging all over this tree and I’m, so high I cannot see. Frou, I am on my way, so just let go. You have the adorning! One day at a time. We will pick up the pieces in the morning. 12/20/2016
The Seas of Nonsense
Sailing the Seven Seas in various degrees
With difficulties I'll have another please...
Make sure that it's absolute, I need the proof
Falling off the wagon in search of the truth...
Chasing the Evil Dragon, can you imagine
With pants saggin', mind zig-zaggin...
Another crossword please in various difficulties,
Light wind is a breeze, sailing the Seven Seas.
bmdavey@08/2016
I did not write for many years;
Nay! I ne'er penned a verse!
I was too consumed by fears:
The kind that cripple first...
Ev'ry thought was coarse- was terse!
A concrete Heart about to burst!-
Devoured by Dragons when I fell off the wagon-
Please, stop reading, and call me a hearse!
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