"scrimped" poems - Hello Poetry

Part I -You are my top drawer man Well I have to confess, my life has turned out quite nice to be fair. Don’t think for one minute that I am not deeply thankful; do you think I don’t care? There’s money in the bank and look even a new convertible outside Zero Percent how could I resist, you would do it too if you could just feel the ride The mortgage is all paid, so the money that’s left, it is all mine My poor dad he worked so hard, he did lots of overtime He held down two jobs just to make end s meet, And then they left and they left it all for me to spend Bless So I’m determined, the way they scrimped, I will not do the same I won’t squander my life for that would be such a shame So tonight I'm off, heading once more to one of those exotic places Places where mankind has so far left very few traces When one day I lie on my deathbed, Wracked by Disease and Succumbing to Pain I will remember all those places and how I wish I could go there again Nowhere will be where I haven’t been On this earth there will be no wonderful sight that I have not seen I am going now, I must get my flight It’s the jet setters life for me, oh my what a delight, But I just have to go and you knew this time would come, so no reason for tears Promise to stay faithful and allay all my fears You are the only man for me, and when I get back you and I can love again You are my dream man and my life without you would be such a pain You know how much I love painting the town red We could do dinners and theatres, wine tastings and afterwards to bed When we go out for a drink, as always you can drive and as for me, well I will be alongside Oh bear in mind, cash will be tight, these trips cost the earth you know There won’t be much spare, so maybe we could just catch a late night TV show Oh darling you definitely have a place in my life of that you can be glad But there are things I must do and places I must go so please you mustn’t be sad I know a man, he will come along, and luckily he lives in a drawer just below yours I intend to open it before I head off and out he will come crawling on all fours, I know it’s awkward but you will just have to get back inside I won’t be gone long and when I come back you can pop out and come for a ride. Oh and when you come over, you can put balm on my back And afterwards who knows, you and me could even end up in the sack What an odd question “Are you left or right handed” gosh indeed why do you enquire? Well how should I know, I haven’t been watching and to respond to silliness I lack all desire After all I don’t think you and I have been together for very long Six years in June or was it April and oh my your love for me it is still so strong.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC

cliff-schraibman

You are my top drawer man

Part I -You are my top drawer man Well I have to confess, my life has turned out quite nice to be fair. Don’t think for one minute that I am not deeply thankful; do you think I don’t care? There’s money in the bank and look even a new convertible outside Zero Percent how could I resist, you would do it too if you could just feel the ride The mortgage is all paid, so the money that’s left, it is all mine My poor dad he worked so hard, he did lots of overtime He held down two jobs just to make end s meet, And then they left and they left it all for me to spend Bless So I’m determined, the way they scrimped, I will not do the same I won’t squander my life for that would be such a shame So tonight I'm off, heading once more to one of those exotic places Places where mankind has so far left very few traces When one day I lie on my deathbed, Wracked by Disease and Succumbing to Pain I will remember all those places and how I wish I could go there again Nowhere will be where I haven’t been On this earth there will be no wonderful sight that I have not seen I am going now, I must get my flight It’s the jet setters life for me, oh my what a delight, But I just have to go and you knew this time would come, so no reason for tears Promise to stay faithful and allay all my fears You are the only man for me, and when I get back you and I can love again You are my dream man and my life without you would be such a pain You know how much I love painting the town red We could do dinners and theatres, wine tastings and afterwards to bed When we go out for a drink, as always you can drive and as for me, well I will be alongside Oh bear in mind, cash will be tight, these trips cost the earth you know There won’t be much spare, so maybe we could just catch a late night TV show Oh darling you definitely have a place in my life of that you can be glad But there are things I must do and places I must go so please you mustn’t be sad I know a man, he will come along, and luckily he lives in a drawer just below yours I intend to open it before I head off and out he will come crawling on all fours, I know it’s awkward but you will just have to get back inside I won’t be gone long and when I come back you can pop out and come for a ride. Oh and when you come over, you can put balm on my back And afterwards who knows, you and me could even end up in the sack What an odd question “Are you left or right handed” gosh indeed why do you enquire? Well how should I know, I haven’t been watching and to respond to silliness I lack all desire After all I don’t think you and I have been together for very long Six years in June or was it April and oh my your love for me it is still so strong.

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A corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams When I came to London this was all I owned except for my guitar of course the jacket would keep me warm as would my dreams I was looking for heaven in the world of music singing till my voice was hoarse my fingers blistered soaking in the young girls screams was it fame that I wanted or was it that I wanted to be wanted I loathed the thought of remorse if I didn't give it my all it was one of my recurring themes so I scrimped and saved and practiced non stop my craft I kept my mum as my source of determination and grit basking in her smiling beams the corduroy jacket has become thread bared my dreams have run their course I never became a superstar but I got what I needed it seems Gomer LePoet...

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC

david-nelson

A corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams

A corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams When I came to London this was all I owned except for my guitar of course the jacket would keep me warm as would my dreams I was looking for heaven in the world of music singing till my voice was hoarse my fingers blistered soaking in the young girls screams was it fame that I wanted or was it that I wanted to be wanted I loathed the thought of remorse if I didn't give it my all it was one of my recurring themes so I scrimped and saved and practiced non stop my craft I kept my mum as my source of determination and grit basking in her smiling beams the corduroy jacket has become thread bared my dreams have run their course I never became a superstar but I got what I needed it seems Gomer LePoet...

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We knew T-Rex from its tiny claws Its hungry mouth, its toothy jaws. But how can we assess T-Rump When all our data’s from a stump And weekly polls that flinch and jump? The answer’s lying deep below Perhaps with Edgar Allen Poe Whose poetry is dark and slow. A creature walking o’er the earth In privilege stretching back to birth That claims ascendance overall And loves to brag and boast and brawl And sometimes recoils, sometimes howls (One sometimes wonders at its bowels— When watching active ****** scowls.) T-Rump is marching to consume What’s going on in the newsroom And feeds on minor predators, (Ignoring its own creditors). It likes to crouch and dance and pose While speaking in a broken prose And often wrinkling up its nose At anything that might oppose Or even worse, that might expose, Its streak of show-and-tell sideshows. Alas when sizing up T-Rump One hits a show-and-tell speed bump That’s not about its topmost clump Or its eternal ****** frump. We know, somehow, we’re each a chump In thinking that there was an ump Who’d put things on the ump and ump And so we lazed, and scrimped and scrumped Instead of what we’d need to do— To find what’s cleanly new and true, And redirect our Waterloo Away from its own cancerous lump And toward a far less spurious zoo. In other words, to dump T-Rump!

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC

dennis-nils-drogseth

Tyrannosaurus-Rump

We knew T-Rex from its tiny claws Its hungry mouth, its toothy jaws. But how can we assess T-Rump When all our data’s from a stump And weekly polls that flinch and jump? The answer’s lying deep below Perhaps with Edgar Allen Poe Whose poetry is dark and slow. A creature walking o’er the earth In privilege stretching back to birth That claims ascendance overall And loves to brag and boast and brawl And sometimes recoils, sometimes howls (One sometimes wonders at its bowels— When watching active ****** scowls.) T-Rump is marching to consume What’s going on in the newsroom And feeds on minor predators, (Ignoring its own creditors). It likes to crouch and dance and pose While speaking in a broken prose And often wrinkling up its nose At anything that might oppose Or even worse, that might expose, Its streak of show-and-tell sideshows. Alas when sizing up T-Rump One hits a show-and-tell speed bump That’s not about its topmost clump Or its eternal ****** frump. We know, somehow, we’re each a chump In thinking that there was an ump Who’d put things on the ump and ump And so we lazed, and scrimped and scrumped Instead of what we’d need to do— To find what’s cleanly new and true, And redirect our Waterloo Away from its own cancerous lump And toward a far less spurious zoo. In other words, to dump T-Rump!

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