Today, while riding the bus,
I met a rider who's an ambidexter.
He's definitely not a wuss,
& he said he lives in Mt Chester.
They have been waiting for Halloween,
for when the dead, zombies and such can be seen;
some walk oddly- and to one side they careen,
their decaying bones a disturbing moss green !
And here come the vampires to walk with us,
sometimes, these blood suckers even take the bus;
they serve no real purpose- quite useless and superfluous,
I am not afraid of them cause' I am no wuss !
I have seen skeletons walking with rags tattered,
some missing bones and looking battered;
they do not stay together but quickly are scattered,
they are spotted with dirt and mud splattered !
They all walk among us, the living, in the moonlight,
people look at them and run away at the sight;
but, Halloween night is their sublime delight,
roaming till dawn- then gone till next Halloween night !
The girl got on the imparing , noisy bus
Although She was tired and bit of wuss
Because of her routinely work and circus
She was getting a rapid pulse
Her pulse got higher as she saw two creep,
Who by looks were looking pretty cheap,
Lurking on the girl like a scaring peep,
Trying to come closer as the bus had a leap,
The girl can’t express her awkwardness,
She is felt trapped into a manly mess,
Can’t even shout load to make a fuss,
Nor can she get off the running bus,
She was trying to get out of this dismay,
Like a deer escape from becoming a prey,
The creeps were making ride hard way
The people around were pretty astray.
Relationship's stress:
Gives awful distress;
Depression caress,
Patience can't assess,
What lone words undress.
In my mind's bus;
I sit mistrusts,
To alight fuss,
While turning wuss.
Our affair;
Faults ensnare,
To repair...
Weird souls'
Wrath goals,
Paired!
Listen to stars' whisper,
All would tell you how for you, I turned bagpiper
Watch closely the moon's smile,
You would discover the genuineness of not been guile
Coz I cannot withstand deception
In your darling cool reception
All angels that truly exist,
Will tell you my love persist
Truly for our sake
Even when it seems to ache
It shall keep singing for us,
Though, each is a wuss
But with you in me
And me in you, it becomes we
Like you're glad to have found me, dearest.
Reciprocal is it, darling sweetheart.
you said I was a wuss;
you said I couldn’t take it.
You said I’d make a fuss;
you said I wouldn’t make it.
what you said did not make sense;
you didn’t think I had the guts;
now you’ll feel the difference;
with my new knee in your nuts.
The biggest boy in all the school
Was Charlie Bull, who was no fool!
All the pupils knew the truth,
This bully was just so uncouth.
Every day he had to fight,
He’d bust your nose just for spite.
But nobody could have ever guessed
Why Friday would have been so blessed.
Tucker Short was on his way
To ‘Green Boys High’ that very day.
His surname surely did reflect,
His shortened height in that respect!
Tucker saw the bully coming,
And as the other boys were running,
Looked around to see the fuss,
Then shouted out ‘who’s this big wuss?’
Not a sound could be heard,
As all the pupils stopped and stared,
At a boy no bigger than a mouse,
With the bully as tall as a house!
What’s that you say?’ was Charlie’s bellow,
‘I’ll break your nose, you silly fellow.’
‘I won’t just break it once for fun,
I’ll break it till I’m truly done!’
The fall was quick, he couldn’t see,
The midget who just kicked his knee,
And before he kicked his other leg
The bully said, ‘please stop I beg!’
And on that day at Green Boys High,
The pupils, they did say ‘goodbye’
To Charlie, who just couldn’t hack,
A hero. He would not be back!
I didn't talk to beauty, I shoulda
If I hadn't froze up, I woulda
I had the chance, I coulda
If I wasn't such a wuss, I shoulda
Just say hi, I woulda
And start a conversation, I coulda
She walked right by, as she shoulda
Didn't notice me, but woulda
If I just said hi, I coulda
English is a strange language, a strange language is she
English is a strange tongue, a strange tongue is she
If you are tickled pink, did something tickle your fancy?
And if your fancy's been tickled, is it necessarily pink?
English is a strange language, a strange language is she
If you are as proud as punch, are you as pleased as punch?
If you are pleased as punch, are you as proud as punch?
English is a strange tongue, a strange tongue is she
Is a stick-in-the-mud actually stuck in the mud?
Does a jolly good fellow always have a jolly good time?
English is a strange language, a strange language is she
Is a ratfink any different from a dirty rat?
Is a wimp always a wuss? A wuss always a wimp?
~ And where does that leave a snowflake?
English is a strange tongue, a strange tongue is she
A complex amalgam of German, Latin, French and others
~ A mutt of a tongue that has her druthers
Many injuries have occurred because of this stupid son of mine.
My youngest son is so ignorant that he decided to steal a stop sign.
I went in his room and saw it hanging on the wall.
Because of this, 911 had to constantly be called.
People didn't know they were supposed to stop and it caused 37 wrecks.
People are suffering from whiplash, internal bleeding and broken necks.
A cop caught me returning the stop sign to its original place.
He beat me with his stick and threw tear gas in my face.
That cop thought that I was the thief.
Now I'm in jail, this is beyond belief.
That tear gas made me cry like a wuss and it made me cringe.
When I get out of jail, I'll face my son and I will get revenge.
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
I need a bit of help, you see ...
A furry chum, quite unexpected,
Is feeling sour and dejected.
This is my old friend, Dear Platty,
Very kind, but kind of bratty ...
Always squawking like a duck,
About the bill with which he's stuck.
I told him that it's grand, unique!
The special-est of special beaks!
That any critter with fuzzy frill,
Is well-endowed, with such a bill.
For with that snout - beyond compare,
He's such a special creature, rare!
Still ... I need help with this old wuss,
To place a smile ... on Platty's puss.
Failure:
I am such an idiot.
I am such a wuss.
I allowed myself to fail
Without a second glance.
Excuses:
I forgot it all.
I never gave it a second thought.
Told myself I would do it,
And now it's too late to be done.
Problems:
I messed up somebody's life.
I forgot what I promised I would do.
I'm two days too late,
It's all over now.
Finished:
What will I do now?
I guess that remains to be seen.
I will not give in to excuses.
I will take my punishment
Whatever it may be.
Apologies:
It's too late to say it.
I failed, I messed up,
I don't deserve to be forgiven,
But I'm sorry anyway.
Can you even look at me now?
I don't think I deserve your trust.
You think we're friends.
But I don't want to just have a friendship.
I'm tired of this battleship.
There's demons inside.
But to you I have never lied.
You make em run away.
Because your an angel from Broadway.
Only if you knew.
Then I would know.
I'm just a huge wuss.
But sometime I'll tell you with a push.
I don't always make the best choice's.
Even when I hear the good voices.
When I'm around you I'm voiceless.
My mind goes blank.
Just like a fish in a tank.
You are the beauty of the central bank.
Now days commercials weird me out.
Even when I shout.
I had to mention that.
Its hard to chat.
Back to what I was doing.
I'm gonna be renewing.
My friendship everyday.
Because that's what I say.
This if for you
Because I’m not the best daughter
I’ve wrote more than two
Because I am not smarter
I’m sorry I yell
And I’m sorry I fuss
You know me well
You know I’m a wuss
But you love me despite
The way I act
And stay up all night
You know that’s a fact
I’m not best
But know I care
And in my life quest
You’ll always be there
I love you mom
Till the end
You’re the bomb
And my very best friend
Ned Kelly
DNA
Kelly DNA found
throughout the land,
and down around the
Dungle Bore,
Fred Layton had a
strand,
He had the Kelly
earmark, wore,
his descendants
Harpers, grand,
wore the Dan Kelly
type of ear-lobe,
that DNA had
planned,
If you look at Red
Kellys' brood,
they have the
lobeless ear,
distinctive breed &
trademark proved,
Don Johnson says
it's here,
Fred Layton he was
no wuss,
clean-skins they
needed branding,
the law of the bush,
a brand to push,
the T-Bones were
understanding,
100 Dan Kellys tried
to show,
that they were not
Red Herrings,
Alone Steve Hart,
Dungle Bore did go,
double cover in his
bearing,
bloody cunning
so-n-so:}
Traps they knew of
Steves' death too,
his cross in old
Calcutta,
Dan came home alone,
from the Boer War
zone,
as the Leather-heads
do mutter
{birds of the bush}
Don Johnson
Leatherheads have a
bump of meat on on
top of the beak....a
grey friar bird who
will talk to lonely
people in the
outback
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