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Philip Richards Poem
This was a time when humans were new,
before stress in our lives, caused us to brew.
When survival meant eating dino doo doo and
grunting was the language everyone knew.
As time went by, certain gestures arose,
like to push or kick or to club ones foes.
Then one day, a strange man had appeared,
he had this defect that everyone feared.
Most of his features were normal you see,
but his two middle fingers, grew like a tree!
The words he could speak were so very few,
yet he blurted some garble, my name EPH EWE!
He’d use these fingers to knock others down,
make them feel hurt and give them a frown.
He could make someone sad, others got mad,
for his fingers were weapons like nobody had.
He would fling them about and proudly exclaim,
EPH EWE! He would grunt, continuing his reign.
To this day his name is a worldwide phrase,
as the gesture of fingers became a big craze.
Most get offended when receiving this sign,
but don’t hesitate to use it… if so inclined.
So if ever you wish to make someone frown,
make them feel bad or just put them down,
just whip out the fingers and call out his name,
for EPH EWE, is the symbol, that keeps us all sane!
Copyright © Philip Richards | Year Posted 2009
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Philip Richards Poem
When I planted a seed, I did not know,
this seed would sprout and begin to grow.
When growing your own, just take it slow,
if the soil looks good, life’s blood will flow.
I’ve never grown anything, quite like this,
but this is an experience, I will not miss.
I must give it care, so that it may survive,
so this life I planted, will grow and thrive.
I must learn the skills, to fulfill this mission,
for to grow your own, takes lots of ambition.
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next,
my life was suddenly… much more complex.
It takes a long time, for a sprout to mature,
when it’s time to harvest, we feel some fear.
It’s not easy, but worth all the years it takes,
for growing your own child, is never a mistake.
Copyright © Philip Richards | Year Posted 2010
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