"quids" poems
I See. There is a Channel you Subscribe
And plan your Craft with these High-End Personnel
Promote this Sport; From The Cliff's Humble Dive
And boost Ability you know so well
So does it Groom even more with your Age
And fix your Profile to this Pineapple
Eyes locked perpet; And skipped the Skillful Page
For Economy you chose to Stumble
There are Others below; Watching your Board,
Hoping this same Posh Meal they could Partake
If only they had - Quids and Statues - hoard,
Which in Bankruptcy their Moments forsake.
Only one Word, which will dry their Sore Tears
Flex their Rosy Cheeks; And live-out your Years.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
we're such a benevolent lot
we give the Welfare set
our hard won dough
they sit on their *****
and do not a thing
while we're out working
for a wage
but our kindnesses
are being exploited
by the dole collectors
those ***** mothers
having broods of kids
and we hand them
our toiling quids
those kids
should be supported
by their daddies
let them get a job
and become
responsible
for their sprog
the Welfare system
is getting plundered
every day
by those who won't
get out and earn their pay
how nice
our honey *** has been
taken for granted
and bled of its generosity
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
the politicians down under
have just given themselves a wage increase
and the taxpayer would be far happier
if this kind of thing did cease
our members of parliament
are fattening up their pay packets
we the taxpayers are onto their
most unwarranted rackets
they tell us we must show restraint
in all of our pay rise requests
as the nation's finances cannot be held down
by these outlandish behests
yet they so love having the extra quids
put into their pay pots
while us taxpayers never get a single dollar
placed into our meager plots
the politicians are great at lining
their pockets with our hard earned cash
they have no conscience
when it comes to raiding the taxpayer's stash
next year those greedy politicians
will be crying poor mouth again
and us put upon taxpayer's
shall be feeling their wage rise pain
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
The man in the Moon said,
"Will you be my friend?"
And I said, "Why not?"
That time, I didn't give it much thought.
Since I only had a peso in my pocket
I hitch-hiked a ride on Tycho's rocket.
Tycho happened to be an old playmate
We talked and talked, but it didn't seem like Fate
"Where have you been all my life?"
he asked, face filled with strife
"I don't know," I laughed.
He chuffed me, "You've always been so daft."
I slipped inside the module
And we landed on the Moon, every molecule
Tycho slipped me his calling card
As we cleared my passport with the watch guard.
The guard looked highly philosophical.
She asked, "What are you looking for, pal?"
I smiled, replied, "The man in the Moon."
She pondered, "Being a watch guard can be a boon."
"There are only five men in the Sea of Tranquility.
Damian helps in the recreational facility;
Sam is a family man, with his wife and three kids;
Tamjid herds sheep; Michel hunting for quids.
"Quintin is someone who lives far, far away
He weeps every hour, easily swayed.
But he sits on top of his car,
Singing to himself, counting stars."
"Quintin might be the man!" I say with much clamour.
The watch guard cheers my endeavour,
Giving me a hug and a packet of chips.
I look back to her and the Earth is in eclipse.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
money speaks in an accent
few can quite
understand
there's a certain inflection on
the cash forked out by
a hand
a tongue knowing
how to enunciate
will garner favors
which nicely inflate
the dialect is foreign
and of an unusual
hone
those having an ear for it
receive a likeable
tone
talking quids requires
a most refined voice
where the buyer has an
unfair advantage of choice
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
the hard up politicians down under
have given themselves a wage increase
and the taxpayer would be far happier
if this kind of thing did cease
our members of parliament
are fattening up their pay packets
we taxpayers are onto their
most unwarranted rackets
they tell us we must show some restraint
in all our pay rise requests
as the nation's cannot be held down
by these outlandish behests
yet they so love having the extra quids
put into their pay pots
while us taxpayers never get single dollar
placed into our meager plots
the politicians are great at lining
their pockets with our hard earned cash
they have no conscience
when it comes to raiding the taxpayer's stash
next year the greedy politicians
will be crying poor mouth again
and us put upon taxpayers
shall be feeling their wage rise pain
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
In the line of fire they've been situated
Munitions squarely trained upon them
On many war stages they've been located
Honor for courage goes to all of them
Yet their commander in chief so remiss
Few quids for the ex-armed men he'll permit
Of men in uniform he brings them little bliss
His freedoms gained by troops truest grit
They've been refused the state's currency ***
Veterans of battles are offended
This cohort a verily forgotten lot
In a most loyal stance they've defended
The purse of country owes them a share
As they've given so much for liberty's care
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
gleefully he rubbed his hands together
goodly dough inflows would ring the till
generous amounts from wallet leather
greatly bolstering the enterprise's gill
lots of quids a bank rolling treasure chest
loving the sound that the money word made
liberally taking it for the poet's nest
leveraging what they'd place in his lade
only a select few owning credit line
oh and their income got good will galore
opening the site up as a gold mine
Olive went on about ops at the store
now an abundance of fees buys backing
negotiations are done this very way
never forget what's been in her tracking
noteworthy is the story's candid relay
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC