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Tuesday Poet – Social Media

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Tuesday Poet – Social media

Social media is such a drag,
Watching people sat on their ass,
Nothing to do but they light a fag,
Must be that social media smoke glass,

You go through the feed like it’s the Bible,
Chanting everything verse to verse,
Social media isn’t good,
It’s just a curse,

The chat on Facebook causes problems,
No matter what you do you’re active now,
Someone needs to sort that,
Facebook is being a cow,

Go outside and drop those devices,
Social media is colliding,
Ruining your life filling it with drama,
Go and make friends, or buy a lama!

Tuesday Poet — The Coffee is Free

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Grabbed a coffee today,
The sweet caffeine goodness,
But I forgot my wallet,
And I couldn’t pay,

The cashier says have it on me,
I say thank you for your kindness,
A big sigh came from my lips,
I have a free coffee from a sexy bean tree,

I sat at the table with a smile on my face,
With amazement that I got a free coffee,
I looked down at my mug with glee,
Then I realise she gave me a latte,

I can’t go back for a replacement,
That would be rude and that isn’t me,
Don’t push your luck,
Or else you’ll wear that free coffee.

Tuesday Poet — The Dark

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The Dark

I lay in bed,
I lay in the dark,
Hoping not to be scared,
Unless a monster turns up,

I look into the darkness,
Nothing is there,
I hear a creek,
Is there a ghost over there?

I go to close my eyes,
But, the fear is too high,
Shivering like a leaf,
I pull the cover over my head,

I shine a torch,
Nothing can be seen,
Your imagination is playing tricks,
So, go to bed and have a nice dream.

Tuesday Poet – Pancake Day

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Tuesday Poet – Pancake Day

It’s pancake day and everyone’s on the flip,
Mixing egg and flour in a bowl,
With a slight stir it makes some gloop,
But don’t eat it or it will make you sick,

Pouring it in the pan making weird circles,
Forgetting the oil and the fire alarm goes off,
You get a chair to sand on to switch it off,
Doing the magic stand and then you fall off,

Back to the pan to give the pancake a flip,
You start feeling cocky as it lands perfectly,
So you flip it again with a good feeling,
You flipped it too hard and it’s stuck to the ceiling,

So non on the plate just on the ceiling,
Just because you had a good feeling,
You stand in dismay in the kitchen,
Isn’t it appealing a pancake dropped on your head from the celling.

Tuesday Poet

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Once you look beyond the shadows,
The darkness is extinguish by a raging light,
It guides your path to the land of success,
Even when it’s bleak or even after death,

Isn’t it true that you hold a power within?
Don’t you believe those clouds of hesitation,
With your power and patience, you can rule the world,
Hold out your hand, and here is the key to all that is holding you back,

Stand by the lock and embrace this moment,
You are going to be let free and everything will be at your feet,
Slowly unlock that door,
Pull on the door slowly,

You look beyond the crack and just see an empty path,
This is your path and it’s here to guide you,
As you walk along this, mind the bumps and the cracks,
This path is like life, a winding path, filled with challenges, and you will make it through, but you have to take the first step.

Tuesday Poet

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My boxers are getting smaller,
My waist is being squeezed,
If I’m not careful,
They won’t pull up past my knees,

I don’t dare sneeze,
I don’t dare cough,
If I do,
It could rip apart my nuts,

Walking around like I shit myself,
It really makes people stare,
Chafing and cutting in all places,
And people don’t even care,

I would take them off,
But I would be arrested,
Exposing myself is crime,
So there’s nothing I can do,
It will rip my nuts virtually in two.

Tuesday Poet

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I think my dads an alcoholic,
He came home struggling through the door,
With a pint in one hand,
And slurring his words as he hit the floor,

Mum wasn’t happy to see him in this state,
She said get up you drunk,
You’re spilling your beer all over the place,
You’re a drunken disgrace,

As dad staggered up from the floor,
He found the words to piss her off even more,
I was sick on the step and I fell in the flowerbed,
She just smiled and cracked him one across the head,

This teach him to come home drunk,
Mum kicked him out into the garden,
Without a word or even a pardon,
I won’t have you in my house you reek like a beer garden.

Tuesday Poet

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Oh I am stuffed,
And I am full up,
Don’t stick a fork in me,
Or else I will combust,

This food I’m eating will make me fat,
I’m double the size than that Garfield cat,
Loads of lasagne has nothing on me,
Give me biscuits and I will be happy,

I feel like I’m carrying twins,
I look like a beach ball,
I may even be a whale,
And don’t tell my mum but I think I broke the scales,

Oh this life is great,
Stuffed to the brim and happy,
But watch out when you’re stuffed,
Because you might completely combust.

Tuesday Poet

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Life Will Be

Life will be what it will be,
Even if it’s rough,
Even if it’s merry,
Or even if you are picking berries,

Challenges will come and go,
As easy as the wind blows,
Just rise above and take the hit,
Don’t live with regret with your face down,

The almighty power we hold within,
It’s stronger than you will believe,
Unleash this power,
And the world will be at your feet,

Life may be rough,
It can also be hectic,
But don’t give in to the troubles,
Your here to give life a big bubble.


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