Feelings.
FEELINGS, THE EMOTIONAL KIND
THAT EXPOSES WOUNDS AND HURT OF THE MIND
GUILT IS SO STRONG
IT MAY JUST BE A MATTER THAT YOU WERE WRONG
THAT UNDESERVED COMMENT
THE RESPONSE YOU HADN'T MEANT
ACCEPTING BLAME
WHEN IT APPEARS TO BE A GAME
THE NEED TO EXPLAIN HOW YOU FELT
REMEMBERING, THIS OLD MAN, IN THE PAST WOULD GIVE YOU A BELT.
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Mothers Day.
MOTHER NATURE DELEGATES HER LOVE
ASSIGNS THE MISSION OF BIRTH FROM HER HOME ABOVE
LOVING ARMS THAT CARESS AND CRADLE
NO ONE MORE WILLING, WANTING AND ABLED
ALL OVER THE WORLD WOMEN DO THIS NATURAL DEED
TO PROTECT, COMFORT AND FEED
THROUGHOUT THE YEAR WE MAY NOT HAVE MADE THE TIME TO SAY
WE WON'T FORGET YOU.. ON THIS MOTHERS DAY.
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Johnny
Johnny left Britain running
He must have seen trouble coming
He retired to Greece
Had a few good years, pushed the boat out and searched for the golden fleece
He enjoyed those years which were good
No rowdyness or violence
Good food and evening s of silence
Simple times, no Euro or dept crisis
Now he’s at peace...with no death crisis.
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Old Man Ed
My ankle bone’s connected to my leg bone
But it’s swollen like an old mobile phone
Busy signals called pain
I don’t know if I can take the strain
I rub it day after day, night after night
The days are gone when I’d start a street fight
Old Age is here, I don’t have to be told
Never thought it’d be like this getting old.
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Merry Christmas.
Christmas comes but once a year
The chance to meet those we hold dear
A time we engage in merriment and mirth
We must also remember to be thankful for that virgin birth
Many rejoice and spread the word
In the four corners of the world all have heard
So have yourself a merry Christmas with good cheer
And a very happy and prosperous new year.
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The old fashioned dance.
Dance in the old fashioned way
The dance of the mayfly may only last a day
A pirouette that a ballerina does in a mimic
The flight of the bumble bee, so busy, though not manic
A timeless show that may never end
Many hours watching you will spend
The excitement you feel won’t be a buzz
As they skim the water’s surface in pursuit of love.
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Ticket to ride.
Father Christmas goes out on his sleigh with presents for troy and his sister
He’s slipped up as he’s stopped his sleigh in Westminster
He won’t get away with a bribe
There are cctv’s, nowhere to hide
He’ll slide down the chimney quick as a flash
If he hears Rudolph’s bell he’ll dash out, up up and away
He’ll throw the ticket away.
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Please Don't Bite
Sit little doggie, please be good
jump and play like a good dog should
I can emagine my leg all chewed and soggy
that stumpy tail twitching lies
when these big jaws begin to work
they wont stop till it dies
boundless strength and massive weight
theres no guarantee the outcome or your fate
snarling lips, confused mind
you need a dog of a different kind.
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Get On Your Horse
THE WARNING'S GONE OUT
THERE'S A COWBOY ABOUT
NO STUDDED OR FANCY LEATHERS
HE'S PREPARED TO GO OUT IN ALL WEATHERS
SKULKING BEHIND YOUR BACK
TO GIVE YOU A HEART ATTACK
SLAP A TICKET ON AND DISAPPEAR
RIP IT OFF AND TEAR TEAR TEAR
THEY'RE OUT TO NICK YOUR MONEY
TO SPOIL YOUR DAY, THOUGH IT'S SUNNY
SO, RING THE ALARM
GET TOGETHER AND DO HIS BUSYNESS SOME HARM.
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Big T
BIG T LOVES HIS FOOD
ONCE IT’S EDIBLE..IT’S ALL GOOD
WE HOPE HE EATS NOTHING ELSE
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY..HE’S OUT TO PLEASE HIMSELF
BISCUITS, ROLLS, SWEETS, ANYTHING CAN BE A TREAT
EGGS TWO AT A TIME, SAUSAGES, BACON..ANY MEAT
NICELY DONE AND HEAPED UP HIGH, WITH JUST A LITTLE MORE SALT
WE HOPE SOON THAT IT’LL BE HIS DECISION TO CALL A HALT.
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