I will never say goodbye,
Even though, this world is so bad.
I will never dispise your condition,
Not even in the next generation.
I can't have a mother other than you,
Even the Universe is represented by "U".
You're beautiful than a night star,
Up in the sky so far.
Under the pillow of my heart, I placed you,
My tears speak all of you.
The world care not, how we match,
Through anger to March.
My soul weeps so high,
With face lit up with tears to the sky.
I promised you my best wishes,
Not yet touch car winches.
I shall be a president,
Many my residents.
Buy you a luxurious car,
Taking you away far.
Mother, don't worry,
The world is in hurry.
Let's take only a ride,
God knows, we are not pride.
Categories:
winches, anger, bible, march, mom,
Form: Rhyme
I will never say goodbye,
Even though, this world is so bad.
I will never dispise your condition,
Not even in the next generation.
I can't have a mother other than you,
Even the Universe is represented by "U".
You're beautiful than a night star,
Up in the sky so far.
Under the pillow of my heart, I placed you,
My tears speak all of you.
The world care not, how we match,
Through anger to March.
My soul weeps so high,
With face lit up with tears to the sky.
I promised you my best wishes,
Not yet touch car winches.
I shall be a president,
Many my residents.
Buy you a luxurious car,
Taking you away far.
Mother, don't worry,
The world is in hurry.
Let's take only a ride,
God knows, we are not pride.
Categories:
winches, anger, bible, march, mom,
Form: Rhyme
I’m not a great fan of metric
A system of which I am sceptic
To the young it’s ethereal
But I learned imperial
And so I still speak it...
Today
I went down to the hardware store
I’d better not go there no more
An eager young lady assistant
Was maybe a little persistent
How can I help you...
Today
I said I need ten eight inch nails
She sure put the wind in my sails
The nails were near pulleys and winches
And then she said how big’s eight inches
I’m not getting out...
Today
Categories:
winches, allusion, humor,
Form: Rhyme
the old swab barnacle bill
swilled all the grog at his will
chases the young winches
and never once flinches
knows pirate love is a thrill
Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
4/9/49
Categories:
winches, drink, girl, love,
Form: Limerick
A misted view of a bedroom cloth is really a cloak having a smoke. A range of fathomable feline feminine is felt and smelt. In a blood arch turning twisting. Take take take. Trapping then. Be nil beer. And be no bee in a bath. No no no. A fragrant wrath exposing experience. And a pinnacle of painted pain pleasing pleasurably. And a sanctimonious tissue skirt and a pint sized foetus embellishing an otherwise jeopardized environment. Beak no beaker. Brake no bomb. Cave it is within curves. Shitter shatter curtains. Blowing. Booming. Should scream school scatter scared shitless Shirley ship. And an interestingly printed power scarf interlocking and bricking for formation of bridges. Walking. Whistling. Walking. Widely. What whale which white winches. How remarkable it is then. An internally adjusted instrument. Strum in tum. Tuning. Turning. How fantastic the news. And how globally positioned is the equilateral equator of a new planet and a ten mile sun. In a minute. Fraction friction friends. Haha historical houses. Hahaha seed stem. Xxxxx vertiginous video xxxxx amplification z
Categories:
winches, autumn, baby, basketball,
Form: I do not know?