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Obadiah Grey Sep 2012
Still thy beating breast
and quell thy raging fear,
for the battle is in the distance
and the time is not yet here,

Cast thy thoughts to distant shores
and those that lay within,
to the shires of dear old England
that keeps thy kith and kin,

Smooth thy furrowed brow,
and rest thy weary head,
take leave of thy senses,
and worries thou will shed,
I’ll rouse thee son,
when lines are drawn
and battle cries we’ll sing,
till then my son take shelter,
neath Morpheus - tender wing,
Obadiah Grey Aug 2012
I am;
Partly shiny but mostly dull,
kinda Bo Peep-ish,
I'm into wool.

I'm an errant bent penny of
dubious worth,
a fickle little tickle
on the funny bone o' mirth.

I am
Tapioca pudding after
Chicken coq au vin.
And I am
an iamb
a gestalt of a man.
Obadiah Grey Aug 2012
Wherever I go
goes Impetigo,
yeah yeah- I know-

I shoulda named him Fido !!
Obadiah Grey Jul 2012
If I should die
and God deny
then my oh my
my *** will fry
and my eye will cry
but I'll still
try to say
bye bye before
I FLY BOY FLY
into the sky
if you should
ask me why
oh why then
here is my reply
you can rely
upon this guy
to tie your tie
with this tongue tie
before I die, well,,,,,,,,,,,, good bye.
Obadiah Grey Jul 2012
I  hurple t'ward the
Wabbit Warren of pomposity -
a Reynard of levity -
lost
Obadiah Grey Jul 2012
"- M’ha boots -"


A blind gal stole m’ah boots today
jus' up n carried dem away ,,,,,, “musta bin blind !”
a’h was drunk a’h guess
a’h musta bin
was outta m’ah head
on moonshine gin,

A’h was Laid in ‘d gutter
a honkin down
when th’ gal crept up
a thief renown
n  had dem away on her dam toes
jus m’ah luck;
a’h do suppose, ,,,,“musta bin blind !,, musta bin !”

D’a boots were nearly
ten year old
jeeezus man d’ey were
covered in mould, !!  
m’ah toe poked out
d’a left hand boot
n made m’a feet stink
like - an old cheroot,

A’h  guess she was no sweet south belle,
but she sure was blind-
whid no sense ‘o smell.
Obadiah Grey Jun 2012
As Winter slaps the ****
of Autumn, and lambs
no longer bleat -
I'm glad I saw these socks
n bought em -

I got really frigid feet...
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