"rspca" poems - Hello Poetry

(fictional tale of real beverages) he sat at table number 9 she chose 10 their eyes never met but only through the wall wide gilded mirror across the room he thought her name was Faith she guessed his was Luke he took a sip from his mocha massimo every 41 secs she guessed he was 41, slowly stirring her white-no-sugar earl grey she wondered if the girl on page three of his 'Sun' was a blond, a brunette or a red head he wondered what principle she's at in 'Why men love bitches' they ate lemon and poppy seed muffins with small bites his lips were firm hers unable to hold on to the cheery blush lipstick any longer he thought she was single and had a RSPCA rescued cat called Biscuit she guessed he was married with three children and a wife called Porscha she must be driving a Ka he must be driving a Jag she waters her plants every Tuesday, goes to pilates classes on Thursday and on Sundays she watches Terms of Endearment in her pink jumper with her friend Chris and a box of tissues he walks his dog at 7, plays rugby for Long Lane on Saturdays and on Fridays goes for a pint of Guiness with his friend, Joe he snores/ she sings in the shower he's a catholic/ she never quite liked Jesus he hates his wife/ she loves her cookies they laugh at the old woman shouting at a bus driver in the street and hate gyms, cyclists in Lycra and anything to do with politics they secretly read Keats, eat onion bagels and tomato soup and listen to Gershwin * they never spoke they never will because if they would Faith would never be able to watch Star Wars again and Luke - Luke would lose his faith in love at first sight

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 9:52 AM UTC

corina-gina-papouis

Costa's

(fictional tale of real beverages) he sat at table number 9 she chose 10 their eyes never met but only through the wall wide gilded mirror across the room he thought her name was Faith she guessed his was Luke he took a sip from his mocha massimo every 41 secs she guessed he was 41, slowly stirring her white-no-sugar earl grey she wondered if the girl on page three of his 'Sun' was a blond, a brunette or a red head he wondered what principle she's at in 'Why men love bitches' they ate lemon and poppy seed muffins with small bites his lips were firm hers unable to hold on to the cheery blush lipstick any longer he thought she was single and had a RSPCA rescued cat called Biscuit she guessed he was married with three children and a wife called Porscha she must be driving a Ka he must be driving a Jag she waters her plants every Tuesday, goes to pilates classes on Thursday and on Sundays she watches Terms of Endearment in her pink jumper with her friend Chris and a box of tissues he walks his dog at 7, plays rugby for Long Lane on Saturdays and on Fridays goes for a pint of Guiness with his friend, Joe he snores/ she sings in the shower he's a catholic/ she never quite liked Jesus he hates his wife/ she loves her cookies they laugh at the old woman shouting at a bus driver in the street and hate gyms, cyclists in Lycra and anything to do with politics they secretly read Keats, eat onion bagels and tomato soup and listen to Gershwin * they never spoke they never will because if they would Faith would never be able to watch Star Wars again and Luke - Luke would lose his faith in love at first sight

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Rescuing animals every day Saving them from abuse Picking them up in any bad way Comes the RSPCA Allways the RSPCA every time IT HAPPENDS

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Jul 12, 2013

Jul 12, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC

leah-richmond

rspca

Rescuing animals every day Saving them from abuse Picking them up in any bad way Comes the RSPCA Allways the RSPCA every time IT HAPPENDS

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If you were a dog on a lead attached to my van in the sun without water or shade or even a rug to lie on, the RSPCA would be banging on my door. If you were a cat purring continuously late into the night the other campers would throttle you or set their dogs on ya, saying we've enough of your deci bells.

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Apr 6, 2023

Apr 6, 2023 at 2:17 PM UTC

ryan-olearyuu

Generator

If you were a dog on a lead attached to my van in the sun without water or shade or even a rug to lie on, the RSPCA would be banging on my door. If you were a cat purring continuously late into the night the other campers would throttle you or set their dogs on ya, saying we've enough of your deci bells.

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