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12 Days Of Moving
Day One: Yes, I got the keys to my new house! Day Two: I can't wait, so I start to pack. Day Three: Oh, no! I've lost my cat.
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
MAY 18
May 18 I am who I am - I think! * It was a cool night May; Nature had its way, And forced a women to rush. Midnight had arrived,
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Poets
BOBBY'S GIRL
/ I wanted to be Bobby’s Girl Like that song from years ago. A truer love than I could give He would never know. As I stood there waiting
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Poets
I'M LAZY
I’M LAZY Or is it procrastination? ** You all know I was fat And a diet was needed. While I enjoyed what I cooked, I watched and I heeded.
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Poets
Sqrp
Sa-loooowwww moving sloth dreams of racing jaguars stuck in starting tree When I was a child one movie I watched many times was Hugo the Hippo. The songs are burned in my head and I still sing them for no reason except I know all the lyrics.
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Whatever You Happen to Be
The invitation arrived on Twernkle at three. An envelope addressed upside-down to me. It said, “Come dressed as whatever you happen to be, or something that wiggles like Jell-O that’s sugarfree . ”
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Dynamite
Tina Dynamite brand new name, same badditude blowing up my life This is loosely based on the song “T.N.T.” by AC/DC, which is my favorite AC/DC song. I had the album as a child and scratched it, and even now, more than 40 years later, whenever I sing the song, I can still hear the scratched part in my head.
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
GRANNY’S MISSING BRA
GRANNY’S MISSING BRA Granny was upset that day, Her bra had gone astray, It vanished from the washing line, She cried, That bra was mine.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
We All Live On A Giant, Wonky Ball, In Space
The world keeps spinning on its axis, And I wonder; Will we ever fall off? I woke up this morning, And my room was spinning,
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
What spiraled into the
Accessing the rally point… it’s important that context— here we go. Would have chosen a longer fuse… Material proof of these new paths, a new
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Poets
Lake America
Lake America 😊 Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 😂 Ha ha ha ha ha 🤣 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
By Raymond G Taylor2 months ago in Poets
Mess Up My Bed
I'm laying here, hot, remembering for years now you've messed with my head the memories of you slowly festering I wish you'd mess up my bed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets