Whelp, here a goes the first poem on this site of sites,
gotta make sure i do this sheeit just rights.

she smiles and puts the joke away
saves it hopefully
for a far distant rainy day.

by which time
I'll have all the comma's in place,
face it
my punctuation is,,,
..sheeit look at the time
almost nine
time for wine
'goodnight all'
said
Dixon of Dock Green,
and ifya seen that
you're as old as me

Dragging my sorry looking *** into another sorry looking day
and some say,
a day is what you make of it,
Sheeit.

This way of life is only good for termites and moles, to build or burrow
I furrow my brows in thought
ideas that come to nought,
but I ain't
'bought the farm'
yet.

It's only when you're looked for
how lost you know you've become.

mostly it's a good thing
and sometimes it is not
Life
brings to me
a promise of security
that's
got to be worth a lot.

I'm still dragging my heels
a hundredweight of lead
on my shoulders
( not from the church roof )
and
as God is my witness
that's the Gods honest truth.

Work
is the **** or the cure me
and I'm sure
that she would agree.

Dress up any way you can
because at the end of it all
we're just mutton dressed as lamb,

and don't we bleat about it,
but no one gives a sheeit about it.

okay,
work is done again
I'm back to being fun again
until
the next time.