david-bird - Hello Poetry

I am very bored. My eyes are now sore. On my desk is a cord, Not sure what it's for. I should now be working, But my coffee has gone. I shouldn't be shirking, For the day must go on. I am pressing my keys, I am moving my mouse, This comes with some ease, But won't pay for my house. I must now start my work, I must now get me going, I must not be a berk, So code can start flowing. But now I have written, This daft little rhyme, And I must say sorry, For wasting both of our time.

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Apr 18, 2012

Apr 18, 2012 at 5:33 AM UTC

Mentally Blocked

I am very bored. My eyes are now sore. On my desk is a cord, Not sure what it's for. I should now be working, But my coffee has gone. I shouldn't be shirking, For the day must go on. I am pressing my keys, I am moving my mouse, This comes with some ease, But won't pay for my house. I must now start my work, I must now get me going, I must not be a berk, So code can start flowing. But now I have written, This daft little rhyme, And I must say sorry, For wasting both of our time.

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I am on fire burning up with desire will you perspire?

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Mar 14, 2012

Mar 14, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC

Heat

I am on fire burning up with desire will you perspire?

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Finger up nose to pick it. Finger on thumb to flick it. Eyes on the telly for cricket.

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May 5, 2011

May 5, 2011 at 2:58 AM UTC

B.O.R.E.D.

Finger up nose to pick it. Finger on thumb to flick it. Eyes on the telly for cricket.

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Let's be honest, let's be clear, In fact let's drink another beer. I really cannot stand my job, So please get me right out of here. Let's be honest, let's be clear, There's someone that I hate when near, I know it's bad; he is my boss, But I don't give a friggin' toss. Let's be honest, let's be clear, Were I allowed to punch his ear, I would do it with so much power, He'd hear ringing for an hour. Let's be honest, let's be clear, The little *** must live in fear, I'm not lonely with my feelings, He's had others biting ceilings.

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May 5, 2011

May 5, 2011 at 2:46 AM UTC

Unhappy at Work

Let's be honest, let's be clear, In fact let's drink another beer. I really cannot stand my job, So please get me right out of here. Let's be honest, let's be clear, There's someone that I hate when near, I know it's bad; he is my boss, But I don't give a friggin' toss. Let's be honest, let's be clear, Were I allowed to punch his ear, I would do it with so much power, He'd hear ringing for an hour. Let's be honest, let's be clear, The little *** must live in fear, I'm not lonely with my feelings, He's had others biting ceilings.

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With her soft brown hair, So radiant it isn't fair. Love her? Do I dare?

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Oct 28, 2010

Oct 28, 2010 at 12:11 AM UTC

Who?

With her soft brown hair, So radiant it isn't fair. Love her? Do I dare?

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Wind and rain are strong. Birds have not burst into song. In summer it's wrong. Autumn winds are here. Tree leaves hang on in fear. Dress warmly my dear. Winter soon arrives. Striking cold with icy knives. Hibernation thrives.

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Sep 14, 2010

Sep 14, 2010 at 11:43 PM UTC

A Sad Morning.

Wind and rain are strong. Birds have not burst into song. In summer it's wrong. Autumn winds are here. Tree leaves hang on in fear. Dress warmly my dear. Winter soon arrives. Striking cold with icy knives. Hibernation thrives.

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There was a young lady called **** Who let rip an enormous great **** The might of the roar, Broke down her front door, And proudly she said, "That's a start". She bent down and gathered herself, Two hands holding onto a shelf, She was eager to please, She locked out her knees, And thought, I don't wish to use stealth." She lined up her powerful bot, For another most frightening shot, Stripped the fur from a mouse, And demolished a house, Which effort had made her quite hot. She only had one more inside, The power to make herself glide, She bit down with her tooth, And leapt from her roof, Ten miles she flew, with some pride.

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Jul 29, 2010

Jul 29, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC

**** of War

There was a young lady called **** Who let rip an enormous great **** The might of the roar, Broke down her front door, And proudly she said, "That's a start". She bent down and gathered herself, Two hands holding onto a shelf, She was eager to please, She locked out her knees, And thought, I don't wish to use stealth." She lined up her powerful bot, For another most frightening shot, Stripped the fur from a mouse, And demolished a house, Which effort had made her quite hot. She only had one more inside, The power to make herself glide, She bit down with her tooth, And leapt from her roof, Ten miles she flew, with some pride.

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