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Mark Bell May 2017
Three blind mice
Killers on the loose
1st on their bucket list
Is old mother goose
mother goose double crossed them
Stole their share of the swag
Now it was retribution time
To take down the low life hag
2nd on their bucket list
Is bad boy Father Time
He took out the 4th blind mice
He must now pay for that crime
Kneecapping wasn't good enough
Bullet to the head to quick
So those three blind mice took to him
And Pummelled him with a stick.
3rd on their list was the lady they call old mother freeze
She tried to starve them out, she pinched their tasty cheese
headquarters the mice found was one giant smell shoe
so they hatched a scheme to take out her motley crew
The scheme a bit shabby and all together pretty vague
What happened next ? They had started the ****** plague
Killers on the loose going some what over the top
So Next they started a fire in a bakers shop
See 4th On the list was this **** riddled city
They tried to get rid of us by making it rather pretty
These three blind mice were just plain called ***** rats
Next on the agenda were all ginger pesky cats
Mark Bell May 2017
I am blind but I can see
I carry my imagination around with me
If you receive but cannot give
Life is halved in which you live
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Bomb with a conscience
Bomb wanted more time
Bomb with a loving heart
It just didn't want to do crime.
The clock was ticking
Time was ebbing away
Explosive thoughts
Of another grey day.
This bomb had a heart
Couldn't **** or make fires
Suicide was the only option
so it sliced its own wires.
Tick tock,tick tock,tick tock.
Bomb now deceased
Bomb now released
To wander on through time
this bomb did have a conscience
Now lives in a twelve o'clock chime.
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Hi all out there in ga ga land
Let's just sing and dance
Let's take in some alcohol
Play a game of chance.
Hug a tree,kiss a stranger
Live a little,beware the danger.
let's run naked through the trees
Feel the freshness of the breeze.
Lay yourself down on pastures new
Be good to oneself,and try not to be blue.
Blow some kisses to the stars!
Smile broadly at the moon
Take in lots of  good and tempting
Before the popping of  the balloon
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Ghostly goings on in my underpants
Where me found ****** sycophants
Brown little creepers with longish tongue
Ghosties have got me by the ghoulies
Somehow it doesn't seem wrong.
Natures little crawlers rising to the top
If they don't release my ghoulies
There all be for the chop
Mark Bell Apr 2017
The Romans couldn't do it
****** tried in vain
Ghenghis Khan
Alexander the Great
All died just the same.
Empires of the sun have tried it
To take over our worldly globe
Thee only object to do this
Is stuck to your propaganda lobe.
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Over the top to glory boys
To a Geronimo of chants
Oh so billhooks boys
I think I've just **** my pants
I was a bullet frightened conscript
But over the top I went
I died for King and country
Letter for my mother was sent
they left my rotting smelling corpse
in a ditch of mud so red
I was just another statistic
A sacrifice that needed to be bled.
I never lived to see what was the final score
Millions lay with millions
upon earths most deadly flaw.
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