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Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I think I'm a great dancer,

And love to hit the floor,

But reality is different,

I only dance when drinks you pour.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I went to the seaside,

But the sea I did not see,

Such a shame the tide was out,

Leaving only sand for me.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I'm glad today that I wore my belt,

Oh the shock that I would have felt,

Imagine the shame,

With nobody to blame,

From what I'd shown in Church when I knelt,
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I'd like a tasty toastie,

Filled with scalding hot cheese,

The sort of food that burns your mouth,

Yet somehow continues to please.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I watch as water drains from the vase,

Drawn up from vase to flower,

I'd be drunk if I drank like that,

And well within the hour.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Today a young chap asked me,

Are you having a nice day,

I lied and said "delightful",

In a very British way
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Curse my age,

My twisted bones,

My failing sight,

And broken home,

Curse my luck,

In all I do,

When I got old,

I have no clue.
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