hazel   11 #529 Posted October 10, 2012 Well Vera, no Celia and me  Decided we would see If Weymouth offered To open it’s Coffers All by the side of the sea  Now Joe was my brother-in-Law And I thought we would ask him for Vera and me To live by the sea And have cockles and mussels galore  Now Vera was longing to dance And Joe gave her a chance For her dreams to come true And between me and you Vera was about to make her entrance  She wore her red satin shoes And knew she had nothing to lose When she took to the floor The shoes that she wore Made her difficult to refuse  Now Kate and Beth were a treat But I knew they had 2 left feet Its as well they declined Because I think they would find It difficult to compete  Now all things come to an end And I must follow the trend So with tears in my eyes I said my goodbyes So Good Luck be happy my friends  Hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
hazel   11 #530 Posted October 11, 2012 The Residents meet  Robert, Doreen Dorothy and me Are having a residents meeting to see Where our Agency money goes What it’s spent on God only knows.   It’s risen from £124 per quarter (and I know it didn’t oughter) to £216 paid 4 times per year as much as that ? on my little flat  So we are inviting one of the McDonald team to explain Why his fees are not playing the game Landscape gardening is on our list, Terrorism too---is he taking the p***  Who is going to bomb Doreen and me Or Robert and Dorothy, whilst having our tea So come on McDonalds what do we get For the£92 extra that we’ve not paid yet    hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
shugster   10 #531 Posted November 13, 2012 Through history past , The good tends to last , What's new isn't always what's better , When my age left school , The tunes were so cool , And a job could be gained with one letter , Think old skool was best , In my luminous vest , Njoi , sweet temptation , hardcore , Just can't stop my feet , When I hear English beat , Or the prodigys take on their law , Now the internets king , In socializing, The world on a screen in our pocket , Perhaps somethings lost , In gain without cost , But in knowledge I guess we can't knock it , ;-) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Waswiggy   10 #532 Posted January 27, 2013 On one of the seven hills above the five streams In his stone manor house, lived our Lord Fairflats. A handsome man with dark curly hair, Broad of shoulder and square of chin, an intelligent man Not to waste of time in the ale houses and brothels. But to read of books of arts and sciences, To search the scrolls of histories ages past, And to formulate of times not yet come. But took he by the pestilence and took him all. No longer heart nor will nor thought to stay, Ate he of the nightshade and err he passed away. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Hammerstein   10 #533 Posted February 19, 2013 Right this is spoken word poetry but I figure this thread is the most appropriate.  http://www.filedropper.com/uncertainly  The file is around 4mb, you just need to click 'download this file' in order to get it. I'm a little nervous as I've been writing spoken word for quite a while and this is the first time i've recorded and uploaded any of it. I know the quality isn't perfect as I don't have a proper microphone yet, but any feedback is appreciated Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Waswiggy   10 #534 Posted February 22, 2013 (edited) Alone in the drawer by malice for sport Spoon had a job, or so it had thought Try eating a supper with only two forks.  Knife draws a line, serrated or straight, While fork pokes a hole, and picks up the meyt, To finish a meal before it’s too late.  Not blade nor tine to slice or to skewer, Pity the spoons that lay fewer and fewer, Swimming in stew and casting their lure.  Knife and the fork are edgy and mad Can’t draw the gravy, no juice to be had. Laid back in the drawer old spoon he is sad.  Plates still lay empty why should they care, The cutler by trade gave out a fair share. Everything equal then all may declare.  Supper is served and desert it is fixed Not one lay angered or even betwixt Life tastes best when flavours are mixed.  So polish your silver and turn a new leaf, Live for each other, be it ever so brief Edited February 23, 2013 by Waswiggy Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
fatboyslim   10 #535 Posted September 20, 2013 Happy birthday to me I’m only twenty three  Well at least I am inside my head But my body thinks I’m nearly dead  I have an ache in my back And a pain in my knee  And gaps on my head Where my hair used to be  I used to love my mullet It was cool back in the day  But the hair I have left Has now slipped to my chest And it’s looking rather grey  When the barber trims my eyebrows And shaves around my ears  I think back to my younger days And have to hold back the tears  But age is only a number And I’m as happy as I could be  Cos’ you’re only as old as the woman you feel And my wife’s a bit younger than me!   Even though I wrote this myself it still makes me smile Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...