George BernardBloodyShaw

Love is a whirl
a beautiful swirl
in which to drown,
an immersion,
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I am not me
tho' she mooves
me as a he.
She's not a cow
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His pen goes to paper
my mind swans along
words pouring on song
as a baby into a diaper
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The serenity of my sky
As it passes me by.
Gently flowing
And glowing
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Would you like to have a diddle on my riddle?

Many a good tune can be played on an old fiddle.
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I've riddled
At sea.

I've riddled
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Here I sit
all alone
a lonely sausage
in a jar
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You'd like my dumplins
all sizzling in my meat
my dumplins l know you'd like to meet
l'm trained, to, at gravy
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To rest in peace
I live on
To be the best of the rest.
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I wake up 'alf dead.
Where the 'ell's me 'ead?

I'm not on my mettle
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I love to meet
My meat.

As a carnivore
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Oh!

I've forgotten
That thing
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For this
One needs a line
To keep above.
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The inoffensive little English beastie...

It's a pie!
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Please don't have
a fright
as I know my sprite
will be allright,
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'Plenty more fish
in the sea'
they say
but you see
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It's tree-son!

The reason?
I see a saw.
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A poem written following the travels of myself, Jewel and Mr T.

Christmas spirit.
I think we hit it.
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A hippo named Horace
One day
Ran away
For his own space
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Oh!

It's the currant bun,
My son.
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