"coozy" poems
I am the brick, that has been named
Along the alley, to the last corner stand
There, right there, I claim my patch
And set myself, a coozy hut
Wine, beer, cider, whisky, nuts and crisp
Smoky zones, now set out side
My banquet laid, for wandering souls
To find a refuge, rescued here on my patch
Escaped men, from domestic chores
Escaped men, from troubled minds
Escaped men, of destitute hungers
Escaped men, to find their buoys voice
All scream out, loud at transmitting box
22 men, seen on playground pitch
Right here on my patch, they watched and roared
Juke box plays, gives dancing feet
An eruption of ballads, ...
Fuelled by a happy lico ..
On my last bell ring, ding don
Staggered men, fall out off my patch
Till tomorrow, when I open up my doors
I am the brick, that has been named
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Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
Rustling of Da Di Da
Me Me needa needa
Shaper shooper shida
Head dead tumble tun
Riddle ****** Moon
Chirp and chirp and chirp
Da Di Da Di Da
Wing feather beak
Tangle mangle sick
Claws flaws tiny tiddle
Woozy coozy for little
Weather thither turn
Me Me in pain
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC