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Looking back at what I've written,
It sounds to me like I was smitten.
With self denial and total disgust,
It seems it's only myself I distrust.
Most of these rhymes just sound like excuses,
To justify my continued abuses.
There! I've just done it, once again,
Repeating a boring and trite...
Oh goodness I'm onto page three.
This blog's a mistake I now see.
Should I just keep writing,
Endlessly fighting,
To produce a sweet repartee?
--==oOo==--
Disconcerting rhymes are my forte,
Writing another is like a sortie.
Except they ain't planned with precision,
Rather writ bad and read...
I'm doing this far too much,
Could it be it's become a crutch?
Pumping out bile,
With nary a smile,
And totally out of touch.
I just chart death and disaster,
Unpleasantness writ ever faster.
Disturbing verses,
Eliciting curses,
And patched with sticking plaster.
Maybe putting myself down...
I don't call it poetry or prose,
I know it lacks good timing.
It's certainly isn't a rose,
It's more like whining while rhyming!
But as long as I say it first,
It stops all the others from same.
It slakes the insult thirst,
And only plays into my game.
But maybe that makes me the loser,
And...
Who likes going on journey's?
Queuing with luggage on gurney's.
Getting the squirts,
And how that hurts,
And needing some legal attorneys.
A holiday's bound for disaster,
Just ask a weather forecaster.
The airports will strike,
The prices will hike,
And the bed's will be cold alabaster.
And...
There once was an autistic man,
Who came up with a useful plan.
He climbs up a steeple,
To avoid all the people,
Staying up there as long as he can.
The problem with neural diversity,
Is it causes too much adversity.
Cognitive conditions,
Are neural munitions,
For those who live in perversity...
I'm struggling now to think somehow,
Of a topic on which I can rant.
And I need a new metre, before my rhymes peter
Out 'cos my talent is scant.
I'll try something new,
And maybe it works,
Or maybe it's bound for disaster.
A turn of the screw,
Plus a couple of quirks,
Or hit rock bottom much...
Pretty polymer!
(Hmmmm..., maybe I'd best go back to rhyming? 🤔)
There's a new eco-warrior group been formed, consisting only of farmers!
It's called Just Top Soil! 😖😖
I had to put it out of it's misery with a Coup de Grass! 😖
It's election time in the UK and all the fun of the (un)fair!
Except this is the flattest election in the flattest of times, there's an air of surreality covering the country. Some unfortunates have been driven so mad they've supported even the most caricatured of frogs and other cold blooded...
Who would be so desperate,
To read this boring rhyme?
You must have missed the other blogs,
Every single time!
Then you would have known to not,
Waste your time with this.
Instead of reading dreary prose,
This blog you could dismiss.
But just how many times do I,
Have to warn you readers?
That...
All o ye across this nation,
Raise a brolly to precipitation.
For o'er Blighty's fields o' green,
From Bristol up t'Aberdeen.
It always rains right through the year,
Everyone in waterproof gear.
Nay wonder all are miserable,
When weather is reciprocal.
The fantasy of a happy life,
When all around is schlock,
Is all that keeps our sanity,
And stops us falling into shock.
Why on Earth does sadness,
Outweight the polar choice?
When happiness ephemeral,
Speaks a weak and fading voice?
Abstraction be the way,
Toward enlightenment.
Reality's the...
Why do I like to use swear words,
Surely that's just really dumb.
They say that swearing's for the birds,
But I don't know, it just seems fun.
But I think a word's a symbol,
Meaning many things to some.
Yet for me it's only nimble,
Word play for the line to come.
I have to wonder what you...
I thought I saw a despot,
A shooting at a duck!
I looked again and saw it was,
A golden clusterphuck!
If ignorance enables it,
We'll look a right old schmuck!
The chutzpah of our leadership,
Just how much do they suck?
(and really just how much,
do you give a flying phuck?)
While all across...
Is it just me, or does Betty Boop kind of creep anyone else out? It's that head of hers, it's a little wider than her shoulders. I don't know why it creeps me out, but it does. I mean, she'd actually be hot if her head was in normal proportion with the rest of her body.
Serious Side
Kirby looks adorable but he's actually a murderous rampager. That's characters for you.
Most characters look adorable or visually appealing, but they still exhibit bad traists like violence, rudeness and so on so forth, even if the art style looks friendly.
Truth
Characters have the...
I made up the course code in the subject heading as a means to express how learning about me, from my mother's perspective, is much easier than what she is making it out to be. And it made me think of life as the School of Hard Knocks.
On Friday, I was called to the service room and someone...
