My girl with the dreadlock hair
Her nose was spaced out,
I called it a snout
No one else would ever dare.
My eyes had a killing glare
The rest of her was a shame
It was all the same
Spaced out and spirit free
I said to my mate I'm going to be late
She's just my cup of tea.
He laughed out loud
This seemed to gather a crowd
They laughed too
When he told them of me
A cup of what, more like spaghetti.
She'd warm the cockles of my heart I said.
I just wanted to take her to bed.
Got me cloths off there I was led
Now I'm getting a pain in my head
As I bat for the other side.
Comments
lol ian
Do i read this correctly?
Seems to me you got taken in by a transvestite....
Good rhythm and rhyme .... sorry if I've misread - i like it how i read it anyway
Love judy
xxx
Judy
Just a fiction fun write, I love the opposite sex, as they are the most precious thing we have..
Yours, Ian x
lol ian
Of course i knew it was fiction xxx
girls are no poems
of them don't make fun
as gals are mainly and only
to have fun
ask anyone
Badness Loved
This is just a fun write, do not send assassins to wipe me out it's total fiction of free speech lol.
Yours Ian..
save your skin gals said
this to me
may heavens rain fire on thee
i ran
to save my skin
now i have here only ONE kin
u Ian
no sin
others have run away
they did win
i have become here
poetically lean and thin
Loved behave yourself
There's you not wanting to write for fear of being ignored, and Carrie not sleeping, plus a few others with problems.
I think I shall have to run a workshop for the poets that are able to cope with words, lol.
Come on young Bard and write one of those really good pieces we know you are capable of,
Yours Ian
Loved behave yourself
Echo here, I echo the words that Ian wrote to you but cant stay around here have some walls to bounce off of,
Yours Echo, (I hate Ducks)
you compose it on my behalf and I will stamp it fast
HERE I COME AGAIN
You compose it on my behalf
and
I will stamp it fast
I only know you do read
and
only you remain agreed
that my poetry does breed
but alas as Jess says
legs up in the air
come and read me,
if you can't come in
at least cum....
he does mean
and
now he is our poetry chef,
I can't or dare not take liberties
ere he mixes chillies
and
rum in my wine
and cuisine
but so be it
I shall compose
as I always do a poem as per norms
even if tis to be read only by you Ian
you are my guardian!
at your behest
i leave it to the rest
hahaha
good one, Ian.
Alid