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Dear True LoveDear true love,
I just wanted to write to you
And say that well well...i was touched
That you went to so much effort
To give me such "exquisite" gifts
But true love don't do it again
Your knowledge of me is quite poor
Every day of Christmas was hell
And I feared the bell at my door
A partridge, Swans, French hens and doves
I admit were lovely in song
But since I have Ornithophobia*
The choice of birds was wrong
Those five days of fowls at my door
Sent me screaming to a right royal mess
Here's a tip next time you spend cash;
What's wrong with a simple white dress?
I don't even like fruit
So what was with the pear?
(I couldn't even go near the tree
Since the darn bird was there)
The only thing you got right, boy
Was my love of golden rings
But my love turned sour, cheapskate!
When I found they're only toy rings!
I've never liked dancing
So when the ninth day came
Ladies tangoed into my house
Then forced me to do the same!
The other random folks you sent
Were just as bad a
Rudolph's ConfessionRudolph's Confession
Without trying to be boastful
I think I can safely admit
That out of all the reindeers here
That number one is where I sit
The whole wide world adores me
And remember my name quite well
But the world doesn't know my secret
so I guess now it's time to tell.
I came to the north pole workshop
A bright eyed (and nosed) newbie guy
Santa signed me up straight away
And promised me I'd be sky high
That year I led the foggy way
My red gleaming nose and I soared!
The taunting and teasing stopped dead
And I was now loved and adored
But the following year changed that
When I asked to fly lead again
Santa gave a shake of his head
And proceeded to explain
This is no foggy Christmas Eve
My sight's fine, I think you'd agree
Last year was only a once of
So Rudolph, stop badgering me!
Little did I know Mr. Claus
had stuck in a 'clause' of his own
The contract I signed years ago
Banned me from 'Perfect weather zones'
Clear skies I'm not allowed to fly
Only under fog and d
Class of 2009The Class of 2009 (Thank you, come again.)
You've got your claps
You've got your cheers
You've got signatures
And photos with peers
Now get the fuck out.
You heard me.
Yes it's all very sweet
To watch you all go
But we've now got to plan
The 2010 show
You're on your own now, kid
We wash our hands clean
Of bells and schoolbooks
And a daily routine
We've controlled how you think
For thirteen years
Our contract is now up
It's you who now steers
Oh come now, don't cry
I thought we planned this
We told you it was inevitable
That life's not all bliss
You'll hit speed humps
And not have us to aid
And while you lay there
You'll wish you would have stayed
So have fun out there
No reason to be afraid!
Thank you, come again
Thanks for having played!
Chinese WhispersChinese Whispers
Chinese Wisp errs
Chime ease puss puss
Try knees whiskers
Tai needs slippers
Tied his hip hurts
Writer's BlockI cant write for the life of me.
Theres just nothing coming up in
My mind for my creative side to see
And pick and choose a thing
To write so candidly about.
This blasted writers block
Throws me into doubt
Puts my mind in lock
And throws away the key.
Now as I sit in my chair
Staring at a blank white page
Giving a blank white stare
Right back at me...
I try so hard to place
Pen to paper and turn the sea
Into a river of words
But in my haste;
I end up frying my brain
With will power instead of contents
On my page. All I gain
Is a few scribbles... and all this nonsense
Is throwing me into a fit of rage
Of horrible red hot hate!
If only I could fill this page
oh hang on, wait
*Nonsense Poem*Leprechaun and Will o' the wisp
Exchanged a simple magical kiss
Decided to go and hunt for gold
'twas in cauldren black and old
Consulted nearby fairy folk
Who revealed it was a joke
Rainbows sometimes hide away
Waiting for a rainy day.
Now that is patently a lie
Rainbow magic in the sky
Fairy folk, mischievous lot
Really do not give a jot.
Leprechaun and Will o' the wisp
One celtic morning in the mist
Played hide and seek, then they found
Gold bullion spread upon the ground.
Laughter rang out true and loud
Fairy folk were feeling cowed
Gold was placed beneath rainbow
Rain driven day, a silent glow
Orange and lemonAnonymous poem: Orange and lemon
went hand in hand orange and lemon all the people walked across the balcony
They ran all the people sung a song and so very tired volviero orange and lemon
Well this is my first published literature "Orange and Lemon" and I hope you like it and comment or else orange and lemon it will eat you all night ... lol well not really but I hope you liked it bye!
What do you want to Eat Grandma?!Once upon a time,
There was a little old Gran,
When she was very, very well
She loved to eat flaked bran
But a storming day come raging by,
And a monster dragged her down,
She became very, very poorly
And her smile turned to sorrowful frown,
On spotting this, two bosses emerged,
Caring, nagging, honest and bold
Carrying trays of medicine
And, taking a stand, would scold:
'What are you going to eat Grandma?'
'No, I'm sleeping now, nothing yet!'
'What are you going to eat Grandma? Aren't you hungry yet?'
'Nothing' Came a quiet reply.
'Nothing?! Oh hell no!
Here's the medicine, the Lucozade and half cup of tea'
But still they wouldn't let her be.
'What are you going to eat Grandma?
You still not had your medicine yet?
Give me your food request, then get the medicine down your neck!'
'Oh heavens above! What's on offer?'
'Prawn or cake? Or sausage roll?
Biscuits? Maybe toffee too?
I'll cook some chicken? Or a Pie?
I'd even make you a stew!'
'Oh do whatever you please, I just don't care,
I Do Not Have a SisterDedicated to Carol
I do not have a sister. I know that much for sure.
But when I am feeling down or lonely she comes knocking at my door.
How do I know it is not my sister, it is her arms you see.
They are the only part of her to come and hug to cheer me.
She cannot be my sister and I am only being logical.
Those hugs come at the very best times and I know that they're magical.
I know she is not my sister but she always gets me thinking...
She gets those arms so very long, do they take forever shrinking?
The Noble Bachelor: Lord St. SimonA/N: “Lady St. Simon is a myth. There is not, and there never has been, any such person."
Lord St. Simon
(A name handy for rhymin’)
Was worried about his kin and his kith
Finding out his missus was a myth.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.Everything was so swell,
Disparaging comments aside.
I was madly in love,
But you were here just for the ride.
You told me to shut up.
You slammed the door
And I had enough.
I thought that you knew me.
I guess I was wrong.
I was more so than I should ever be.
But it's okay in the long run.
You said that I was weak.
But who's the one who has won?
You said I was weak, but I am strong enough
Rocking chairs make an odd sort of noise
When they are disturbed.
They are perturbed babies
Squealing for food.
That doesn't mean that I don't like rocking in them.
They just remind me of what never can be.
Memories of things that you robbed from me.
Wipe. Wipe. Wipe.
It doesn't matter.
An ode to NetspeakNetspeak (150 characters)
Im not one for netspeak
It really makes me sick
To throw aside our syntax
And make yourself look thick
Is all the space we need
For our hopes, our dreams, our aspirations!
(it costs more if we exceed)
Orwell thought this would happen
But called it newspeak (the quack!)
If he had have changed the w
Hed be more along our track
Say whatever you want
But dont keep it simple and plain!
Whats that you write? Brb?
Lol we do exclaim!
We feel the need to tell eachother
How we look when we have read
All our lols lmaos and rofls
We wouldnt want to have mislead
But dont think youll avoid it
It happens to the best
So start using those num63r5
nd gve ths vwls a rst
So heres to you, netspeak
You grammar ignoring fad
As far as idiom revolutions go
Youre the best weve ever had
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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