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The Nicholas Trim 2 Years a Poet Celebration Poem
* I wrote my first poem 2 years ago, to celebrate, I've written this poem where I've stole my own rhymes from my own poems and morphed it all together enjoy
I'm a quick wit picnic with sick tricks mentally
a fantastic acrobatic doing spins and splits physically
but there's always more too learn
and more wood too burn
big heads remove themselves
when they burn their own shelves
before this I lived in the shadows
full of sorrow and grumble
far away from the meadows
just stuck in a bubble
was always down and doubting me
a desert with a drought in me
while rain downpours were drowning me
with logic leaking out of me
wishing for talent though it not apparent
something I want but maybe I havent
Admittedly a little bit of me could see ability
missing ambition to mission living submissively
chose to believe built in to me is a skill to free
with a gift which sees me a victory my destiny
So goodbye to a tired mind the dire times
and being too uptight to unwind
sending a reminder that I'm wise and wild
with will to mile up the clock dial and drive
became a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage
but the bitter got better and stole the stage
I'm going gung-ho
I'll let the gun blow
I aint done no
until I say so
I've got sayings to sow
when I lay they go woah
ink the words in the row
as I show off and show
why to throw me the doe
I can row the boat slow
fly high dive low
don't underrate bro
and belittle or bellow
as my bow and arrow
will hit you I'm hallow
I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough
rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow
win prizes through flow
as I fly like a crow
Enter the Everest that devastates
as he never ever rests and demonstrates
his quick wit picnic of traits that place
with lickety split flicks on the page
storming the show as it elevates
even the audience levitate
now the standard setter and I lack compassion
unmeasured skill betters the competition
I rhyme with a rhythm representing Great Britain
you rhyme like you were bitten and are disease ridden
I'm an honoured untouchable tactical poet
incredibly abled to powerfully show it
your rhymes are rotten
that's why they're forgotten
You're not the dogs bollocks,
you're just the dogs bottom
My name's Trim Trimmer
I'm a chicken dinner bringer
not a rapper not a singer
just a mother loving winner
showing the world I am ambitious
aiming up high at satellite dishes
Copyright ©
Nick Trim
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