"healthily" poems
It’s something that try we should
To provide the parrot its basic food
Apple minus seeds mango banana
Grape orange guava papaya
As for vegetables cooked dried bean
With beet broccoli its heart you can win
Cucumber carrot and cauliflower
They surely love like they love a shower
Corn on the cob is fun for parrot
They aren’t fussy as them you thought
Hot peppers peapod lettuce
For them delicacies you can choose
Sweet and baked potato well cooked yam
They devour in delight add to their glam
Parrots are cute friendly and nice
Give them oatmeal millet brown rice
They’re not greedy from you they won’t beg
Though these birds love scrambled boiled egg
The parrot is innocent gorgeous and sweet
Can’t call them carnivore yes they like meat
Must talk to them and not keep your mouth shut
Your loving pet the parrot loves occasional nut.
Now words of caution what don’t do them good
Candy and chocolate and all junk food
I know you are smart and not at all mean
To offer this wonder bird mushrooms caffeine
Believe my words they aren’t my opinion
Use them in your food don’t give them onion
Dairy products for them are a big ‘no’ ‘no’
You surely want them to healthily glow
Give the parrot shower keep its cage clean
Give them just fresh foods no sugar no caffeine
Say ‘no’ to pesticides choose only organic
See in their bowel nothing goes toxic
Follow what I’ve said the task is not hard
Spend your time well with this beautiful bird.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
My own person is healthy and courageous. My own person is self-aware and emotionally intelligent. He is growth-oriented, resourceful and positive.
My own person is supportive, thoughtful, kind and empathetic. My own person is ready to take accountability, communicate and work through things even when the going gets rough.
My own person desires to make me happy, chooses me and shows up for me. He is sure about me and healthily obsessed with me. My own person encourages and lifts me up when I’m at a low point.
My own person does not disappear when I need him. My own person protects me. He knows how to introspect, reflect and has a desire to be better.
My own person does not make me feel small or irrelevant. My own person is a secure place where I can feel at home. My own person is expressive. He is a source of light when I am in a dark place.
My own person is as sure about me as the sun rises and sets without our asking, with certainty; regardless of the weather, timezone or location.
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 4:33 PM UTC
So I am watching
the Washing Machine,
rolling over itself;
having our clothes cleaned.
And Maybe I floss to often
though maybe thats not possible
such a task is too common
and love is just ***
and so I make it the objective
as the object
I object.
as Justice
and whatever "just is"
is Just us
and there are other parts to continuing
that we forgot.
since if you move too far ahead of your competition
you forget the reason why you run
and you end up as flint
or lint
missing,
the fire
or the match
scratch that,
scratch that,
scratch that,
especially the match
but be fluent
in burning the resources and not the bridge.
-keeping everything grainy and fibrous-
- you are are healthily expanding-
so if you're too nervous
of being judged
you might as well
not show up.
so instead I am watching the washing machine.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
I used to love my mother.
I wanted to be like her.
She was the person I looked at as an adult.
Today I no longer love her.
Today she is the cause of all my problems.
From my health problems, due to her drug use while she was pregnant,
To my mental problems, both hereditary and from situations she put me in.
My addiction problems, not only because she’s an addict but also from how she treated me.
My eating disorder, because she used to bully me about my weight.
I have problems making friends because she ****** me up so bad I don’t relate to people well.
I’m afraid of being alone with men because of how many times she left me with random men and every time I ended up getting hurt, from as young as 3 ******* years old.
I lost trust in the system because no matter how many times CPS was called she found a way to keep me and my brother, because she’s ****** her way out of every one of her arrests. Including but not limited to, possession of a controlled substance, driving without a license, prostitution, endangerment of a minor, petty larceny, and grand larceny.
I have authority problems because her parenting left me with no positive thoughts about authority.
I’m currently $1,263.21 in debt because she used me for drug money.
I don’t know how to handle my emotions healthily because for the first 16 years of my life I wasn’t even allowed to have them.
And even though she is also a victim of **** and ****** abuse she told me I was a liar and that she didn’t believe me when I told her her boyfriend’s son had been ****** me for years. She stayed with the man and told me it was a family decision about what to do about it.
She didn’t believe me when I told her her boyfriend felt me up while she was away taking care of her dying mother either.
I thought my abusive relationships were okay because she treated me the same way.
She’s why I was a closeted transboy for so ******* long. And when she finally found out I was screamed at me and told me I was a girl no matter what.
My mother.
My mother doesn’t deserve my love or my respect.
All my mother is today is a model of what not to do.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
Is there a doctor in the house?
I think I'm having southern withdrawl symptoms
shakes and such
brain a blubbering mess
why give one so much feeling
if they can't get rid of it healthily?
Too much for one body to handle
maybe throw in another personality
nothing bad ever happend
just a technical problem during manufacturing
a wire connected wrong
or not connected at all
amygdala super sensitive
looking for comfort in wrong places
stupid faces
blazing aces
therapists are kind but really need a map
words only convey so much
can't help if they can't understand
whose fault is that?
Probably the broken robot
me
doesn't speak in proper vernacular
accustomed to being freakish and safe
greasing joints with *****
circuit boards of tofu scramble
electric feed back every once in a while
when I cough
perhaps new meds will calm overactive internal reactions
or maybe being all vulnerable to candy hearted young men
spilling secrets and insecurities to friends
but they'll all leave
right?
Europeans had no problem taking over lands
staying with natives
eating their foods
but if the natives had shared their deepest secrets and feelings
pilgrims would have gladly returned home for persecution
than to put up with an emotional Squanto.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Setting stones in your pockets to get your mind down to Earth
Skipping rocks over water to watch them sink one last time
Scaling cliffs just to watch the valleys from up high
The physical minerals of this world remind us of the things within ourselves that we choose to avoid
The vitamins we lack from touch of rays because sun equates to happiness and knowledge. And we put it off for the next day
That's why the physicians always tell us to watch our vitamins and minerals
We are malnourished in interactions. Nature being the physical aspect we use to forget about the inside.
At least for the moment
Until we choose to live healthily.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Morn hath come, and I rushest out of my bed;
I washest my hands, and striketh my fingers wet;
I cleaneth out dust, which keepest falling from 'em stilll;
I greetest lone dew, clouds, and yon usual mornin' shrill;
I washest my face, and ponderest over Thy Grace;
I soaketh my lips, and saith Thy love verses;
Verses of love, my florid comfort and solace;
Best of wonders, justice, and solar miracles;
I slideth hastily into my white gown;
For dawn hath come, and greeted me when alone;
Night hath but been a dream and a tiny song;
With chords unreal, and words t'at were not long;
When winds are gurgling and my fantasy is torn;
I still wantest to think but of Thee alone;
The verses of love t'at hath long been gone;
Leaving me deathlike, and breathless on my own;
My blood is again thirsting for Thy love;
Whose enemy hath been dishonest all t'ese years;
When I boweth to th' floor and looketh again at Thee above;
Within my chaste gown, I recalleth my prudent inward tears;
Tears t'at hath never real faded, nor waned;
Tears t'at hath hitherto kept me all sane;
Thy verses of love made me once more feel loved;
And healed my congested soul t'at was sorely halved;
Within my heart dwelleth but one lump of scars;
But all t'ese years I'th known Thou art ne'er t'at far;
With Thee only, my past regrets might just seemeth fatuous;
My whining heart cometh relieved, and my virtues turneth joyous;
Ah, Thee, Lord of th' Worlds and of nights and days;
Ah, Thee, Whose verses are prettier than what we hear;
Ah, Thee, Whose Light is tenderer than any poems I might say;
Ah, Thee, Who ruleth but alive and always stayeth here;
Ah, Thee, Who engendered earth, hell, and heaven;
Ah, Thee, Who tamest wild souls, and enlightenest the chosen;
Ah, Thee, under Whom enemies canst be our best friends;
Ah, Thee, under Whom misery canst be glad, and hearts are patient;
Ah, Thee, by Whom an infant shall healthily grow;
Ah, Thee, by Whom days shall fade, and be braced for tomorrow;
Ah, Thee, by Whom th' luminous shall win and as ever glow;
Ah, Thee, Who always listeneth and heareth and ceaseth not to know;
I praiseth Thee and Thee only with joy;
I claimeth my blessings and honour to Thy Prophets;
Thy delight is th' sweetest t'is life canst employ;
Thee, by Whom I was created--and by Whose Mercy I am fed.
And I boweth again and again to the floor;
I criest my deepest tears, and cite t'ose anew from th' core;
Thy verses of love t'at were once then thwarted;
But as I ever know, Thou shalt always leave my heart rewarded.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
All hipbones and collarbones,
Size 1 and 0, long flowing hair and gauges,
thigh gap and flat stomach,
you are beautiful.
All dry skin and yellow teeth,
Size 12 and 13, short, plain hair,
touching thighs and rounded stomach,
I am "beautiful" to everyone but myself.
I will be strong.
I will be stronger.
I will exercise more,
I will eat less,
I will be thinner.
Once I've lost 40 pounds,
then I might get the help everyone says
I so desperately need,
diet healthily
and work with somebody.
Until then, I will suffer through...
...because that shows strength,
and eating shows weakness,
weakness in myself.
Calories should be a foreign substance,
not an old friend,
chewing and swallowing sometimes hurts worse
than a **** lemon-juice papercut.
800 calories over my budget every **** day
when my budget is already too high?
That shows no strength.
500 calories under?
THAT shows strength.
Shows willpower.
Shows endurance.
That is what will make me thinner.
I'm setting my budget to 500 instead of 1000,
because hey,
less is more, right?
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
*Obsession was the name of my game.
I didn't know how to love healthily.
I allowed myself to be ****** in
By the vacuum that was you.
And in return
I crushed you.
With my hellfire
And the blood of wolves
Coursing through my veins and
You did not weather the storm
For I was not a breeze.
I was not a breeze, but a hurricane,
Bringing destruction and chaos to everything I touched.
So I walked alone
Ever searching for someone
Who could take me as I was
Who could handle the sounds of my cries
The hurricanes from my wings
And did not try and tame
What they could not.*
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
i have learnt that everyone in my life is not accommodating to how I am i didn't ask to get molested i didn't ask to be molested again and then even on the third time i didn't ask.
but you 'people' make me feel like i begged for it
like its somehow my fault
i was 7 years old the last time and who knows how old I'll be the next time and mum i think you knew
I have a disorder now
I can't trust anyone and I hate everyone and I cant touch anyone
at least not healthily
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
Living healthy in our world
Refers to just the morning jog
A dietitians prescribed diet
And a gym, keeping things tight
Matured cities that are tainted are praised
What for? Healthily breathing the dust sprayed?
Or for,
Beautiful clouds
Dark and Black
Melodious loud horns
Forth and back
Or for,
Vehicles on road
Vroom and Zoom!
Ignorantly leaking,
All kinds of smoky fumes
Just as the day starts
Our healthy living falls apart.
Then welcoming the gloomy nights
Swaying at clubs, dimmed lights
Cigarettes and drinks, late night bars
Obnoxiously healthy we are.
Perhaps the slow poison too **** slow
If only consequences were an instant blow
All of us would not put at stake
Our lives for the choices we make!
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
saved by a shooting star
just the way i knew i would be
who knew what God had in store for me?
for someone that could not praise him healthily?
saved by the true king,
was blind but now i can see
for the brightness of the star
showed me or father
and let me into the fullness of his glory.
saved by God,
he showed me my weaknesses and everything that
i am to become and all that i
ever will be.
he is the true teacher
and i yearn to know what he has in store for me.
please, God. let me live the life you want me to.
and i beg of you to forgive my sins
for i will pay them for all eternity if i have too,
just so i can be able to know your glory.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
We have no time to sit and wait,
Our incumbents already procrastinate.
What will it take for them to understand,
We can not act this way towards the land.
The skies cry polluted rain,
Those neurotoxins dance in my brain.
Our governments think they know whats best,
But how am I differentiated from the rest.
They do not know my personal needs,
My wants, my desires, my worldly dreams.
They are but that to infect decision,
To enter the brain with a quick incision.
Not to control, but to inform,
The world we live in is finding it hard to perform.
The things so many take for granted
have become a product of disenchantment.
Those that have noticed have started to yell,
To Rachel Carson's pen critics fell.
But to what end did it serve?
We want more than we healthily deserve.
With the end goal being money and power,
We have approached upon her final hour.
We have no time to sit and wait,
The problems tend to exacerbate.
What will it take to mitigate the masses?
While our governments feet are stuck in malaises.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Counting strands in laces
Tucking the dangleys
Into my boot
The spaces
From the chain
Remaining
Healthily
Away
As I Peddle away
In the rain
Makin the same
Mistakes
Again
Light headed
Escapes
Fading into
Landscapes
Placated
By this spaceship
And riding it
Into the wind
Wallowing
In its glint
Grinning
In the ambiance
Subservience
Unto the stretches
Fetching this
Fire inside
Felt
While I
Ride
The back roads
Dark and cold
Forboden
And alone
I'm riding home
Hoping for
The worst
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
The UGGS endorsement: William William, Thomas, Jason Thomas, Lama Ichalani; Germany, France, Italy, World Music, System Supports. Imagine the linen box of a conventional Christian and go get them,
George and Thomas Volk Thomas is a Muslim now, fit for them,
pregnant Rose Einstein, you think I want you, your family?
The Seven Chicks provide a real-life example of class-based
building constructs that provide tasks and services for stellar users and stars.
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dead goddess' song in gray Germany in July, art,
Louis, sound, beret, experience,
number, future, monument, hair, white, people,
mind, golden years, human, year Keywords:
peace holy religious reading better you tree times
coil dry Easter Easter egg garden heaven's holiday
line lot north offspring play room text tell time
and crystal serious kind think dogs help care unknown clothes
Australian museum
evil church computer mouth early earth remember
vitamins, in a field of **** China mountains;
******* folk folk folk folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk,
eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows,
eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows,
fancy drinking, eye, coming cat, paradise is empty, make the bed police; group Jack Satan beginning jellyfish; Mary monster Keywords:
dead, dead, dead, ct, dead, finals, paint it black back bats devil
gross flicker stones broken hole [fat old witch died]
glowing century secrets back return seventh
accustomed ****** textile form; the final pit of witches
in cities city **** witch died hole death face fresh bar, said William
planet beloved point flames horns meaty harlot boy,
sure reality expressing pretty stupid guys eating *******
city feeling car Ivan blonde dance list large universe
ladies ***** healthily felt background mother; Eve's dyed leather
speaking to the muses genius beat lover on Star St.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
sometimes it seems like life would be a lot easier
if the conflicts were a bit more sporadic
if they were more spaced out where we had the time
the time to deal with the conflict or situation healthily
and then heal from it and learn our lessons
then in a bit the next conflict would come along and it would easier
i mean, don't get me wrong, conflicts and challenges that life throw at us
are exactly that, conflicts and challenges
they aren't meant to be easy things, some are easier than others
but none of them are the most basic problem to solve
and life being the thing that she is isn't going to make them easy on us
it seems like all of our challenges we deal with in our lives come all at once
it's like pulling a book from the bottom of the stack and they all come tumbling
all these conflicts come at once bringing so much with them
stress, anger, heartbreak, jealousy, almost anything we could ever feel
and sometimes they just won't let up
the books sometimes feel like they are continuously falling
and sometimes we can't save every book that falls
sometimes the spines break and a few pages fall out
but maybe that's the way it's meant to be
the conflicts will come and we will get through regardless of how difficult they seem
sometimes it's okay to lose things in the conflicts
as long as we don't lose ourselves in them
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
Time,
oh time is a silly thing,
it proves things right
and it proves them wrong.
Its’ seemingly long years change you and all that can be touched.
Time-
this illusion we base our lives around, this illusion we obsess over
(don’t deny it, we all do).
It confines us to a routine, to a norm.
The time spent at desks makes us into zombies.
The time spent after chokes us with copious amounts of papers and projects.
But occasionally it grants us a wondrous thing called
wisdom.
It bestows upon us insight and growth.
My always shrewd teenage self has grown to believe that time…
can go **** itself.
I want to fall into a slumber that is a day or two long,
catch up on rest and miss the trials of everyday life.
Of course, once several days pass or several thousand ticks of a clock,
I’ll crave another respite.
Life.
Life is hard.
It’s tiring.
And somehow there is never enough time to
work,
work on the work,
rework the work,
eat,
sleep,
take a couple deep breathes to keep from jamming a stapler into any eyeballs,
be a healthy person,
and do all the things that society tells you to do.
Maybe a designated sleep day would be nice.
If we only need 8 hours of peaceful slumber
for every 16 hours of traumatizing wakefulness,
then sleeping for 24 hours would give us
48 hours of working.
Right?
No.
But it’s a proportion,
so theoretically it should make sense.
Which leads me to conclude that 8 hours is not merely enough time to rest.
Unless you’re under the age of 6.
Or you’re retired.
Or in a coma.
Or…
But no.
No, no, no, no, no.
We must keep going.
Like good little soldiers
on and on
for 60 years,
70 years,
80 years?
I’m sorry but that just does not appeal to me.
Why oh why would I want to work my body to unhealthy levels.
Why oh why would I want to exhaust my mind to points of breakdowns
nearly
every
day.
It’s silly to want to have enough time to eat healthily.
And hit the gym 3 or 4 times a week.
And sleep until recharged.
Yes that’s preposterous.
Ridiculous.
Time is an illusion
that is ruining lives.
If we have an illusion
destroying us from the inside out,
does that make us
crazy?
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
I hope You get It
If You don't,
that's Fine.
Collective Conscious
is Shifting.
It's Time
The mole is Unearthed
Faring Fatigue but Healthily
Healing...
Jolting ball bearing
ignition is stalling
the gears are Intact
the Children are calling
I pray that I feel
when the Spirit
is Coming....
Love Me, I Love You
I Swear it's True
Love You, I Love Me
You do
I do
:-)
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
In my dreams,
I’m independent.
I am living, I am learning, I am liberated,
all by myself.
In my dreams,
I’m preparing.
For my profession, for my passion, for my purpose,
and I’m almost there.
In my dreams,
I‘m loving.
My friends, my family, my fiancé,
they surround me.
In my dreams,
you’re watching me.
Happily, hopefully, healthily,
and we’ve completely forgotten.
We’ve forgotten that you were ever sick.
We’ve forgotten that we were ever scared.
We’ve forgotten that these were ever just dreams.
We are simply there,
together.
And I know that you are safe.
And I know that you are proud.
And I know that you love me.
And you know that I love you.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 9:20 AM UTC
All your bills are paid as long as you play the game, and let the A.I. stay in your lane for you, as automated servitude serves the servants every hue of desire and need.
Its paradise without the dice, don't need advice when the pie is already sliced, and colored to supply, every kind of mind, and the likes of every combination of rhymes, that are randomised to the lines, replaced by lit strips along the street, that lead the way to work while you sleep, so that you can dream and think, of a paradise, while it works, builds and breathes, toxicity healthily, while growing, and knowing everything, never needing to think.
The machines know what needs transposed, and does exactly what needs to be, always noticing every thing, but not everyone, so automated guns watch over every single street, and when anyone runs, they have defied the trust, and are reduced to dust, that is swept up, by an automated gust from the gutters hustle to keep it clean, so that you may live the dream, alone and weakening, giving way to the machines.
Paradise is coming, and its kills are clean, closing your eyes to sing of singing, as its listening, while skimming for key words, to feed better blurbs to blur the misfocused notions, motioned, for deterrents in the currents of controlled life flows, what you have, see, and who you know, proposed, in your allowed hold, on reality.
It is a tragedy to differ from the rigor of your script, if you wish to make it, relax and take it, just submit to the beautiful concepts elected, to check your veer from the path and steer you back to paradise, as its coming fast, and may pass you by, with the initial blast.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
As long as I have been able to, I have written when I felt pain. The longer I wrote, the deeper I was able to delve into my own mind. As I began to question my world more, I began to write on a daily basis; developing a pattern in which I could healthily express myself. Eventually, I began to fall in love, and as love often does, it gave me a strength I could not have imagined I possessed. I had found a Muse. A woman with whom I found no faults I could not overlook. An individual I wanted to spend my life with. She became the reason I wrote. She was the fire that burned stronger than a million dreams. She began to encompass the entire scope of all that I could ever hope or dream. It was because of her that I gained the confidence I desperately needed to be myself. It was because of her I gained the knowledge to voice my wants and needs and become the man I sought to be. With my Muse I took the power she gave me and shared it with her. We basked together in the joy and hope of the free, swimming an ocean filled with dreams of a future that most likely will never come. The sentimentalist within me still holds an ember of that reality, a single passionate light that reminds me of a simple, beautiful time. My Muse has left me for another poet; my dreams have left me for another man. Now it is time I leave too. Leave the man I once was, the identity that fell in love with the girl of his dreams. It is time I seize control of the future I want, the one I need. I am my own man now. Thank-you for all that you have shown me, my once beautiful muse of 2013.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
there is a healthy anger
legitimate
and wholesome
Totally agreeable
understandable
and natural
More
Normal,
Acceptable
Healthily
needable
Wantable
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
i've been through
the toughest
the darkest
times of my lives
i saw myself
putting blades on my wrist
medicating myself with pills
inhaling and exhaling those cigarettes
to **** my soul
slowly, bit by bit
but i didn't stop standing up for myself
ever since day one
i tried again and again
no matter how much i fall
never thought that
i'm still here
living healthily
happily.
.
.
.
my story, my battle scars
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Tears fall freely, crashing down the slopes of my cheeks,
across my chin, meeting the warm floor.
And then they disappear.
For the first time in years solace prompted my tears,
a joy unfelt in its profundity.
I feel so moved.
The sheer simplicity of its occurrence only multiplies its greatness.
No longer do I feel fear and uncertainty clawing at my mind,
confiding in my aches and pains.
I feel as complete as the day I was born.
No worries or obsessions to drive my thoughts,
only the present feeling.
I don't even fear knowing that this will not be as strong tomorrow,
or present at all.
I'm just content that I experienced it to the extent I did.
In despair I yearned for greatness and nothingness.
Now I yearn for the ability to provide my purpose.
I look inside to find that sometimes,
the simplest things provide the greatest effects.
Tonight I will sleep soundly,
knowing my soul has been nourished so healthily.
Distractions are only existent when thoughts bring them into focus.
My lens is as clear as the depth of my tears.
No filters. No distortions.
Just existence in its simplicity.
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
At last they are away off on holiday
We thought the day would never come
A free gaff for two weeks, Hip Hip Hooray
We are going to party and then some!!
Two weeks with no rules or regulations
Gone are the mind-numbing routines
Let the party begin, bring on the celebrations
Let’s live it up like proper teens!
There was a sermon about responsibility
But was anyone listening at all?
As for all that talk about maturity;
One might as well talk to the wall!
We can have our friends over for parties
Oh we are going to have mighty craic
Yes, we can do just as we please
At least until those two come back.
No more checking over our shoulder
To see who’s in and who’s out
Yes we can be just that little bit bolder
Knowing they are not lurking about
We can get up whenever we choose
Eat at any old time of the day
Maybe overdo it a bit on the *****
They cannot wreck our heads the next day
It will be two weeks of take-aways
No more being forced to eat healthily
We can have friends over for overnight stays
Ah God bless freedom and liberty
We can forget about washing and ironing
They are always are on our backs
Thank God to be free of constant nagging
We can chill out, really relax.
For there is always something they want done
Keeping up with their demands is tough
It’s never ending, it’s not much fun
It seems we can never do enough
But now for two weeks all that will desist
Absolutely nothing will be done
And though they left a “To Do” list
They have two chances; “Slim and None”
Two weeks without judgement and criticism
About everything we do and say
Two weeks of pure hedonism
Doing just what we want every day.
But all good things must come to an end
And though we really love them dearly
Their two weeks holidays will soon end
and our kids will have to come home, clearly!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC