Twas tad in the doily mwamp
This rorange flawolf lurks as a freature
The fiercevil dog likes to plomp
In his edark strair, don't go one meeper!

Beware of the flaworf, my friend
Strange but benevolent, with big cre-eyes
Beware this carnithical to the end
This denomous flawolf will surely surprise.

Interpreted version

It was terrible/bad in the *****/oily muddy/swamp
This red/orange flaming/wolf lurks as a frightening/creature
The fierce/evil dog likes to play/romp
In his evil/dark strange/lair, don't go one metre/deeper!

Beware of the flaming/wolf, my friend
Strange but benevolent, with big creepy/eyes
Beware this caring/mythical to the end
This deceitful/venomous flaming/wolf will surely surprise.

This longest unchallenged nontechnical word
That not many directories know or have heard

Often times it's used in a humorous way
It's pronunciation is quite hard to say

Its numbers of letters, I count 29
The meaning of it I aim to define

The action or habit of something as worthless
A word it seems that serves not much purpose

An interpretation of this means "for nothing"
Found in the Eton Grammar textbook in Latin

Used by an English poet in work of his own
In 1741 by William Shenstone

Not used much today,  wonder why this is true?
This sesquipedalian has not much value!

My same sound sits on silky sheets
On silky, silky, silky sheets
Reused first loyal letters meet
Reused first consonants.

My purpose put in perfect place
In perfect, perfect, perfect place
Planted within a pretty phrase
Planted within a word.

My words cement and connect close
And connect, connect, connect close,
Using my fun first feature most
Using my Alphabet.

My fun detail does deserve praise
Does deserve, deserve, deserve praise
Repeated in wonderful ways
Repeated in all that is me.

My same sound sits on silky sheets
Repeated in all that is me.

I am your finished concoction,
of what you're inspired to write,
Born on your blank piece of paper,
Developed from deepest insights,

I may toy with your inner feelings,
Bared from the depths of your heart,
My aim is to enter a strangers mind,
From memories never to depart,

My desire is to be reborn again,
By anyone who's willing to read me,
Be now your inspired manefestation,
Your dear departed poetry.

By the time you let go
It was too late
What was it with you
That consumed so much hate?

How you knelt down
On his neck for so long
Did nothing in you
Scream, Wait this is wrong?

How bout the words
"I can't breathe"
The humanity
To give A MAN some relief

To see life drain
From pleading eyes
There has got to
Be some evil inside

A grown man
Calling out for his mother
How you had
No love or care for this brother

Black, white or brown
Let's love one another
One thing is for sure
We all bleed the same colour

I guarantee now
You'll never forget
What you thought was nothing
Is histories biggest upset

The BLM movement
Worldwide protestings
Black & white marching
From your act resulting

In that moment in time
You hadn't a clue
Just what the results
Of your actions would do

If you'd known in that time
The after taste from your cup
Would be so bitter
You would have got up!

Police brutality, racism
And the latter
All I can say is
Black lives really do matter

The hurt the pain
The families destroyed
Guess now you'll always remember
The name George Floyd.

My love I can be adaptable
I’ll mould and shape for you
Quite frankly only if you asked
I’ll do anything you want me to.

***** Pretty >>I << promise
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Without you Dark I am truly empty
The vacancy in my hearts always void
You pull at my strings like a puppet
But deep down I love being toyed.

Humour the times we share are hilarious
How on Earth can I live without you
Your the topping on top of my pizza
And the laces that tie up my shoe.

Oh Rhymes my flow when I’m with you
Is the easiest thing that I can do
Around your presence I’m never blue
I know you feel the same way too

StiCKy CaPs I LovE YoU ToO
YoU MeaN ThE WorLD To Me
So SWeeT anD CapTiVaTinG
My HoNey You’LL aLWayS Be

Free Verse your always being you
And I like that your forever buoyant
Sometimes you leave me wondering though
Could there ever be a you and a me?

Random I think I adore you best
Aargh! Wait this is hard I can’t choose..
To win the hearts of all you skills
Is something I don’t want to lose

Joyful Joyful I adore thee
What’s it that beguiles me?
Lyrics for a hymn before ye
And skills of all ye poetry.

On behalf of me and some others,
My story I would much like foretold,
what is it with all of you humans,
and your mighty fear of growing old?
"TICK"
Every second are eyes focused on me,
every minute of every second I am timed,
every hour of, every minute of, every second,
goes tick, tock, tick in my mind.
"TOCK"
For I am merely made up of numbers,
and maybe some old batteries,
I bet even if I turned myself off,
surely no doubt you'd reset me.
"TICK"
All these years of constant tick tocking,
has been really messing with my head,
for I have literally served my time,
I've been used and even misread.
"TOCK"
So all I want is some pity,
believe me I have had it rough,
As i'm just an old rare antique clock,
But today guys, I am clocking off.

Today I'm feeling somewhat low,
sure enough, my uninvited guest yet again visits me,
And on so many levels has filled my gullible mind with all doubt and negativity,
Yep, Impossible visits me frequently,
Mostly when I'm alone, can't sleep and in bed,
"You'll never accomplish that" it sniggers, well those are some of the words I hear in my head.

"Enough!" I say unto Impossible,
"You are not welcome here any more,
At long last, your information you repeatedly feed me, I don't believe and will no longer store,
I know and now see you Impossible,
Your simply impossibility imposed on me.
I've recently got to know possible,
Who is more of a support in my time of need."

Lesson; Whenever you think things are impossible,
Remember this poem you've read.
That all things are truly possible,
Impossible aims to reside in your head.

I hate this temporary psychological condition
It's a knock on effect of what I can't write

I sit and stare at my blank piece of paper
Frustrated, can't sleep, up all night

I feel all inspirations drain from me
Click, click goes the top of my pen (again)

I'm determined to beat you and not let you win
**** you disambiguation.

Oh how I am yearning for your gentle touch
With each tender movement that I love so much
Your supple fingers all over my keys
Is most definitely soothing and puts me at ease
I'm impressed by the way you always know what to play
Each note you instruct my sound trusts and obeys
The acoustic energy which fills up the air
Is the sound of my melodious tunes that we share,
each time the ebony and ivory component of me
awaits an exuberant moment each time you play me.

BLUE is when I'm feeling sad,
GREEN is my jealousy,
PINK is the girly girl I am,
RED is the anger inside of me,
BLACK is my grief and my sorrow,
ORANGE is when I'm full of life,
YELLOW is when I'm happy,
WHITE is my appreciation of life,
PURPLE is when I feel radiant,
GOLD is for when I feel precious,
BROWN is the essence of the person I am,
COPPER is when I'm suspicious,
It's true for I am a coloured woman,
These are the many true colours of me,
For I am a colourful person,
A Human Rainbow that's me!

"When I put my pen on you paper,
It's as though we were meant to be,
As my ink soaks into your body,
You are like a soul mate to me,
For your texture inspires my movement,
As to which style i'm designing to write,
For the feeling I feel throughout my nib,
Is without a shadow of doubt my delight".


"When I feel your strong nib pressed upon me,
And your gesture of strokes as a pen,
I know that we are compatible,
I hope our new relationship never ends,
Although this is the first time I've felt you,
I don't want to be left blank again,
For I have found my perfect partner,
The ink of my dreams is you pen".

You love to be sesquipidilian,
As you lay your tiles on to my board,
With your totally sheer sciolism,
Is how all of your big points are scored

Your intricate skills of tmesis,
Laid horizontal and vertically on my squares,
As you use your well thought out accoutrements,
To cover me so I'm no longer bare.

You never confabulate with opponents
Your attention's always fixated on me,
That's why I'm ebullient and awaiting your prestidigitation,
Each and every time you decide to play me.

A flame flickers before me, I can feel the heat,
I'm glad I was chosen out of my domain,
My substance will empower your body,
In which I can ruin and maintain,

I boast to be very addictive,
You'll need strong will power to defeat me,
The source of my very essence,
Not much more than tar and nicotine,

Yes I can be truly satisfying,
As you're consently puffing away,
My black smoke's inhaled into your lungs,
Only inner strength will keep me at bay,

I'm grateful that you have assigned me,
For my side effects to make you sick,
By me the lit vessel in your mouth,
Your devoted cancer stick.