Polly

Polly she was a psych major,
But minds she couldn't read. Page
her instead
with words in your stead.
And her beauty you'll get engage(r).


Courtney

Courtney and whiskey and game of thrones,
Tyrion's wisdom satsifies jones,
The dragon so epic,
But White Walker get it,
While visually feasting on bones.


Georgia

Georgia a mess,
White hair from the stress
Her beauty sublime
Pausing time no contest.


Rachel

Rachel abate chu,
you know that I couldn't
For weirdness is awesomeness; serene.
Now who wouldn't appreciate
deviate from our normality
Plus gin is for winning
a truth known unanimously.


Wilhelmine

Wilhelmine sublime in her majesty,
At the helm for intersectionality
Butler'd be proud
Preferred pronouns abound,
(And **** what kind of band are you rad in b?)


Selene

Selene full of sugar,
What music dya cover?
(I mean if it ain't free form jazz,
It can't lack razzmatazz)


Nassem

Nassem with beret and flowers,
Entrancing, enchanting for hours,
The men did all swoon
For no finer a tune,
Their blakcouts a sign of her powers.


Tanya

Tanya does shine,
and **** ya so fine,
Entwine our being
in blissful combine?


Denise

Denise pretty sweet ****** her thumb
the saliva like juices of plum
She'd still **** it now
If she'd stuck with the how
Instead all her coolness undone.


Kate

Kate so great,
And gin drink elate,
Dya wonder bowt cool stuff?
Or leave it to fate...


Felicia

Felicia appresh ur adventure (I do)
A coolness some people should start to accrue
It feels your speal will carry enjoyment
What spoils you foiled like Gandalf's endorsement?


Rachel

Rachel is boring?
A fact left adorning,
Conversations a **** up
For ****** who are stuck,
I'm sure you're a truth worth adoring


Ilydia

Ilydia sublime in all of her glory
But without a bio, she's lacking a story


Caoimhe

Caoimhe relieve ya with tales of Kirk
But Picard is the ****** she'd rather you ****,
A sailor mouthed hoodlum
beguiling with *****
that'd harbour a vegan inert ;) ;)


Annabel

Annabel, man her well
into her *******?
Sneaking round farmer's fields
down for some... snogging...


Kathrin

Kathrin, laughin with wind in her face,
Riding her gas powerer car every place,
Her lectures a feature of questions renowned,
Or else you can find her with face fraught (not sound!)


Gabby

Gabby her sense of humour is dark,
A chicken who's picking the losers apart,
Some rabbits who slumber by her majesty,
With floppy ears, carrots, and cuddles of glee....

Tender Moon high above,
Sat amidst the clouds with love.
How to find a starry path
With nothing but a shard of glass.

Stood amidst the doorway between the space and thyme,
I take a footstep forward but defaced I hit recline.
I splutter out some digits, but the fidgit spinning twine
weaves a sombre little shudder,
and the building says declined.

See, once many moons ago,
by a single solit'ry sun,
I met a cat nominated Liam,
and above him was his thumb,

Twas a good thumb,
twas the best thumb,
unspun the skin cells were silkest
and yet, when reassembled,
not that ilk. It's (Whaaaaaat?)

She was a tough and callous blemish
that he'd relish, totally cherish
'till he'd perish, (not embellished
tales true, but tails lie)

and Lasquisha for all her balance
and her posture
all her talents
Gideon knot who'll accost ya, with her roster's
Fox'd-ya-got-cha talons
(oooooooooooooooooooo)

This Liam was a good old cat
a tabby cat, not big and black,
but orange, mangy, super slack
deranged, estranged and caged in slack

with slipper feet, and coddled back,
he sat in chair that lazy sack
and when the doorbell called his track
he shirked the effort needed, whack!

Lashquisha, see, she was another
met our cat before this brother
Set her sights on not a smother
but, acknowledged rites of other.

So lashquisha with her sight so true
and thumb eluding tyrants skew
so set about to be anew
not thumb or (k)not, nor nails too,

and that was where I'd met these two
well first the cat and then the shoe
for sock was never needed, who
would hide themselves from their own view?

Lashquisha when I met that thumb
surprised not I by glove of fun
and ***, and *****, layered un-
derneath the figure Liam strum.

See Liam knew his thumb so well
he knew the thumb twas not a shell
that caged the angry men that fell
to clipping when their partners tell.

For thumb a partner never is
unless like me you've ****** the quiz
and ended up a pointless shiv
in side of angry hornets nest.

And rest assured the thumbs annointed
given by their partners pointed
comments feeling slightly daunted
by need to act their best.

Attest they do the thumbs that chew
And unrest is left by plough and brew
But then again a thumb are you?
And me, and we, and I?
So tru....

I remember my dreams
they bleed through the walls,
with alarming speed and gall,

crimson criticism; they wilt and sag
dragging bio-cycle bands to the floor
wall paper tapering between me

and my dreams,

and a spark,

the troubled trickle trail blazed meets its maker

I remember my dreams
and they my mistakes

Either way a dead fish gutted in the see,

I remember my dreams
and they me.

Welcome to the house of the insomniac-ee
where we bake our poultry by the clock's stroke of three.
See you might think it's a metaphor
and golly gosh that'd be better, More
the chicken locked and kettled, ******
for finger lickin,
Plath to stickin',
oven stricken' spree.

The first unwanted intervention
came without a prior mention;
flashing lights and screaming child
so entered world of pain yet "styled"

Second came as group emerged
from pub with dutch's courage served
they said "don't smoke away your pain"
although their substance use should shame

The third, by friend, was uttered next
"Don't say their liquid courage hexed
attempt. They needed substance too
for pain their intervention brew"

The fourth I found much later still
in irony of other's swill
It's easier to put the blame
and not attempt to help the swain.

So finally I'm left to see
hypocrisy in you and me
For friends attempts to lift my heart
missed obvious, thus act departs