It has been long days and stormy nights
Battle ground stations
were music played
a light
Guided the way
Sleepless nights how did I stay
as the mask fell to the ground
off their face
Who were these people
Turned out they were fake
smile in the face of the one who gave
without a word
took shots to keep to teach them to live
still was lured
how deep was the water
took on the dive
with equipment to breathe
hurt and pain kept me alive
take me take me please
why me
was the end of the tests
lessons learned
a reward given
after all of this mess
it helped me to mature
grew from a seed
now
the moment to bloom
soon was taking so long
all the wars helped to groom
scars
were all my own
to accept my role
to be picked on and chose
now I know why we entered without
shoes and clothes
material things let go
with no waiting
the role was given
uncovered it was about patience
After a few seconds of disturbing silence had passed
yet no one agreed upon the presented agenda,
one of the shortest tempered participants
kicked the chair, stood up, pounded the table and yelled
“let’s adjourn the meeting; I’m tired of it,
we have no reason to sit together”
and he was the least important person
among the group.
When he opened the door to step out the room
there was a shout behind him
“you are fired, SOB”
probably it was a CEO or the owner of the company.
The short tempered one turned back his face
and stuck a finger out and shouted
“stick it up your ***,” then shut the door,
everyone remaining in the room
looked at one another, and laughed.
Mary Skit was full of hot air
She was a balloon to be fair
She ate turnip
Checked her burn up
And swooshed to the sky body bare
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skadattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn.
We sat down town.Wearing a funny frown.
Me and my little lady.In her little night gown.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skadattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn.
Grabbed some dinner at the corner cafe.
Lost all, our hard earned money.
So we just couldn't pay.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skadattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn.
We never got caught because we ran so fast.
Either run real fast, or get caught soon.
So we ran real fast, from the corner cafe.
Skit, Scat, Scram, Skidattle.
Get, going, and gone.
Won't be back, until the break of dawn..
Children's Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..ALL rights reserved.
I snook up to the window
Light was lit inside
Trying to make myself invisible
Against the wall I pressed my side
I shuffled along inch by inch
was just about to peak
When i heard someone in the room
Raised voices and a slap, felt weak
Oh my what shall i do now
Do I call the police
Can hear a lady screaming
Something about relief
Many blows were struck
Cries hard to understand
I peeped could see the man
A belt in his hand
I dialled the police
Said dont make a sound
When they arrived
Was pleased to have around
They looked through the window
Starting to laugh out loud
Just 2 nymphomaniacs
Whipping to them was allowed.
Just goes to show you
Not all is what you think
Keep your nose out of trouble
Stay chained to the kitchen sink.
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