Poetry. Everything I've written in one blog.

DUVET

Duvet,
you are so groovet,
I'd like to stay under you
Until at least Tuesdey
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#Sundayatchurch
is a thing I do
but it's hard to Facebook
When sitting on a pew

the thing to remember
And this is most underrated
is not let Bishop see
Or your phone will get confis
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A poem to celebrate the day thirty three years ago she said yes I'll marry you and I changed from boyfriend to fiancé.

She came from Basildon
she had a faulty socket.
Her eye fell out,
she couldn't stop it.

That's when I
caught her eye.
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Roses aren't read
This notion's absurd
A rose is a flower
It isn't a word.
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CHRISTMAS FEAST

If you are feeling
a lot less thinner

after all your
Christmas dinner

Pause for thought
for your Christmas turkey

it is feeling
far less perky.
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Ode to Debra.

I had a lot on my plate
You had a lot on your platter.
But you seem like you've lost a bit of weight
I've  just eaten myself fatter.
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To celebrate National Poetry Day

My dearest Anadin
A mystery to me
Why sometimes you cost £2.10
And sometimes 60p
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STACK

forgive me Debra

i did not mean
to stack
the dishwasher

in such
an inefficient manner

i never was
much
of a planner
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Night night all, sleep well.

When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be witty? Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me

No!
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Alex Wilkins

Birds do IT,
Bees do IT,
Even educated fleas do IT.
Let's do IT,
Let's enrol for a course in Information Technology.
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An overnight stay in Bolton.

Debra draws me near,
softly whispered in my ear,
not of parting's sweet sorrow,

but don't forget the bins tomorrow.
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