mr-bigglesworth
English
I like writing little poems. This is a good place to keep them. I find them easier to find here. Easier than when they're in a plastic bag in an attic of a house I no longer inhabit. / / Besides people can read them here and some people actually enjoy them.
Never cry, Never cry, bottle it all in.
If you die before you cry you win!
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
Be more dog.... and she was..... til the very end
An unplanned sleep...... in a heap...... Goodbye dear friend
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
He couldn't just use tracing paper to trace his father
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
I don't want to seem like a barbecue **** but please won't you turn that meat!
If it wasn't bad enough you put it on early that chicken just won't stand the heat
Your confounding the issue by loading on bangers for the dripping fat's sure to ignite
With those flames getting higher and your steaks all on fire, you know you're not doing it right
Black on the outside and pink in the middle, is not how you're supposed to do chicken
And even revamped your bathroom's too cramped, for all of your guests to be sick in
"It's time" you declare, as you pull up a chair "is anyone ready for grub!?"
But with no contemplation, I'll ditch this cremation, I'm ******* off back down the pub!
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
"Take my hand as planned" she said
Leaning from the precipice with outstretched arm
"But what if I slip your grip" I said
Fearing my heavy bones could pull us both to harm
"I won't let go!" she cried
"I know, I know!" I replied
"It's what I fear the most"
"Please just go on without me, you surely know the way"
But she didn't even answer and I knew my love would stay
It was all or nothing
Both free or dashed upon the rocks as one
But no more suffering
Again her hand dropped down above me
"Come on we'll soon be safe"
So I placed my hand in hers and took that leap of faith
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
There's a cat on my street called Clive
Everyone loves that cat
He's slinky and sleek and so dignified
He wonders the street like the world's on his side
He simply won't fear the snarliest hounds, walking the wall as they jump by his feet
He simply won't carry any extra pounds, even after eating at every house on the street
He has always caught himself a bird
or a lizard
or sometimes a rat
He's so smug it's just absurd
And he'll break into a purr at the drop of a hat
He'll circle your legs and paw at your feet
and jump on your lap wherever you're sat
But I think he's a ****
Cos I ******* hate cats!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
When I was a boy and still wasn't sure that there wasn't a God
I attended a nice catholic primary school
It was there we used to sing:
*Love is like a magic penny
hold it tight and you won't have any
lend it spend it you'll have so many
they'll roll all over the floor*
Now maybe that was the case
But people today have changed
Giving out love like it was free
Maybe love is a magic penny
But due to inflation
Love has lost its value
Love being thrown around carelessly
Love unattended in the centre console of their car
Love slipping out your pocket and down the side of the sofa
Love rolling by on the road and you don't even give it a second glance
For what is love now to those dead of heart but unnecessarily old fashioned?
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Dropped toast span hitting floor
Butter on carpet, sod's law
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
I'm such a devil, terrible rebel, eleven words on a Thursday!
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC