Walter Miring'u Nyagah
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Walter Miring'u Nyagah Poems
I Can't Sing, Not Even A Bit!
I love music, I love it, just as I love meat, But unfortunately, one thing that'll make me quit, Is I can't sing, not even a bit, But when I hear a beat, it brings me to my feet!
A Prisoner's Regret
At a time like this I try to dismiss These screaming memories But seemingly,
Full of knowledge and skill To distribute it he will Upright infront of all Ready to pick you up when you fall
Birthday Wish From Sharry
Yes you have trodden the long path, Sixteen years of life's cruel wrath, It all seems like just the other day, When we'd sit and watch you play.
Happily Ever After?
'Could we be friends? ' she asked, Confused, I knew not what to say, Where I lay, In the terrible cold in May,
The siren wails The feeling sails The walls around you begin crumbling bit by bit The cool breeze whispers in your ears
As I pen this I stand in the unknown Of whether in this world I'm alone Or maybe there's a clone A clone to whom I'm unknown
Je Ne Peux Pas Chanter, Pas Même Un Peu!
J'aime la musique, je l'aime, comme j'aime la viande, Mais malheureusement, une chose qui va me faire arrêter de fumer, Est que je ne peux pas chanter, pas même un peu, Mais quand j'entends un battement, il me ramène à mes pieds!
Les hurlements des sirènes Le sentiment voiles Les murs autour de vous commencent peu à peu en ruine Les murmures de brise fraîche dans vos oreilles
The Drowsy Session
Drowsy, her lessons a lullaby Can't wait to bid her goodbye It's the truth, why should I lie? I hate her sessions, on her I can't rely!
The distance between me and you Is like an endless hole in a shoe I don't know what I'm gonna do The food here tastes like poo
When life is rough And you've had enough When life is rough And you want to take a puff
The page so white Don't know what to write Just staring at the light Tonight it seems so bright
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I Can't Sing, Not Even A Bit!
I love music, I love it, just as I love meat,
But unfortunately, one thing that'll make me quit,
Is I can't sing, not even a bit,
But when I hear a beat, it brings me to my feet!
My singing voice is terrible, that I admit,
But how dare you, a whole you, to me cheat?
That my voice is to you is 'Oh, so sweet'?
Try using some wit!
Avril Lavigne, Katy Perry, give me the heat,
Owl City, Maroon 5, I want to meet,
But won't they throw me in a pit?
'Cause according to them I'd rather sit and knit?
I can't sing, not even a bit, that I admit, ...