Category: Mean poetry
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Its Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas, The Poem.
Just some background this was a Writing Group prompt, the title is the entire prompt, in celebration of Christmas and a, I want to say friend but honestly, support worker has been working on poetry lately. Its beginning to feel a lot like Christmas, Sold out signs in every store. You’ve planned and plotted for…
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Dentist
My husband wants to go to the dentist, Because he’s in such pain! I had a dozen abscesses last year; And you don’t hear me complain! But my husband insists on a dentist, Old pliers aren’t good enough! I’m the only one in my family, Who can deal with a tooth that is tough!…
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The Other Woman
Why have you deserted me, why run to Her? Our life may be humdrum, but what’s the great lure? Cherise was so loving, never far did she stray, Now at the Granny flat she tries to stay! I lost all my children; one, two, three, four… For the sweets or the freedom or perhaps something…
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I Wrote A Poem; I Hate You All! – My family not my readers
I told my fish to stop their fighting & they bit each others tails. I told my kids to stop their fighting & my husband laughed in gales. I asked the grey cat to please stop drinking my lovely cup of tea. Smokie looked solemnly at his water bowl then stared straight back at…
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Advice for Training – Rabbits
In order to train first create a need, No affection given ’til you have the lead! True desperation should take about a week, Add a couple more; acting kinda meek. Offer glimpses of your fur as soft as silk, Your back of ashen grey, tummy white as milk. They’ll soon work out your heart’s key…
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Charlie’s Lament
When I moved to my new home, It was so big so much to roam. It felt all quiet and I was wary, I barked a lot when it was scary. The scaries fled before my bark I clung to mummy in the dark. Then came the best news of all; Grandma moved in just…
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Waiting
To make an appointment we had to go, Sit at Social Security for an hour or so. Masses of people buzzing around, No eating or drinking signs abound. Alex was on her computer to try & stay sane, I had my writing pad to do the same, Mum had her Kindle, so she was alright.…
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Mum’s Home Tomorrow
(I couldn’t read this earlier in case she sticky beaked from Victoria) Mum’s Home Tomorrow Don’t blame me! In vain I tried to fight To stop our errant knight But to me he pays no mind He’s just trying to be kind A chance he could see! Don’t blame me! The dragon’s flown the nest…
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Tabby Messes with the Wrong Mum
I don’t remember the first thing I noticed that Tabby had done wrong; I wish I could so I could tell her off. But she and her little sister was off at school choir rehearsal for a big inter school performance trapping Gavin in Mirrabooka for 2 hours, and on Replacement Father’s Day too. I…
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I Hate School Fairs
In every part of my body I ache I’ve eaten all the chocolate cake I walked for miles to sell some books Braving the cold & disparaging looks And now my toils are all but done The profits are for another one “It’s for the kids” is the rallying cry I’ve done my part, so…