Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
'If chronic pain were Olympic sport'
Morning shocks me with a jolt
Night time flies like Usain Bolt
If dream of sleep were 'lympic pride
My pain within I'd win not hide
If feeling tired, was winning gold
My chronic illness medal hold
We would be there chasing Mo
If energy won at being low
If 'pushing through' meant top of game
And trembling hands meant pride and fame
If migraine vice meant all things nice
And neck strain drain meant King of pain
If winning crunch was base of spine
Or BP drop that renders blind
We would excel Olympic pride
Where no one you love would dream you 'lied'
They'd even know it's genes so fate
They'd say 'I believe' not 'you exaggerate'
If feeling drained was strong like Phelps
Where tiredness reigns and brain fog helps
POTS fatigue, compression nylons
Clunky shoulders easy bronze
If Olympian meant broken bowel
We'd feel their pain, lay on beach towel
For every day we feel that burn
From joints all round and stomach churn
If chronic pain were Olympic pride
We'd win hands down, in bed would hide
Smiles of joy always win hands down
The main ingredient for combatting a frown
Simple and yet
Not everyone gets
This simple solution to all negativity
© Jack Ellison 2016
On the subject of an unusual protest in Croydon on Thursday...
I woke up this morning
And had a bright idea
I’ll glue my **** to Debenhams
When I’ve had some beer
Then I’ll give the public
A big piece of my mind
Stick Dennis on my Menace
On the front of my behind
There’s nothing on the telly
And I like to have a shout
I’m the Talent Britain’s Got
Check my beaver out
Nothing much to see here
That’s big news to me
I’m the bargain of the day
Take me home for free
I met that Westwood woman once
I win hands down for style
Talk about the ex factor
I took the bloke on Kyle
Last week I did Poundland
I’m simply effing class
I’m the prat who with a Pritt Stick
Glued a window to her ****
by Gail
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Every time we deviate from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
© Jack Ellison 2015
Being rather shy myself,i have took this onboard
people from all walks of life, a differant approach toward
many varieties blatant,cheeky,funny or just plain kind
our good friend Maca,accumulates,and so this you will find.
He could haggle a haggler at his height
and win,hands down without no plight
yet genorousity, thoughtfullness and he is so neat
his old saying being " shy kids get no sweets"
He has an air about him,that puts you ease
is a ladys gentleman,sometimes a little tease
in times of needs or trouble,he wouldn`t turn his back
even when you`re being accused, of claiming his big mac. ;)
Paul Beadnall for:
Sponsor Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Short Poem, Please
DEDICATED TO ANDREW McPARTLAND
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