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In Flanders Field by John Mccrae

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Oi who left the door open, letting the riff raff in.

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Not me, I am susceptible to Riffy stuff, don't take much to make me itch.

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I’m getting an itchy back jack
Every single day back
I scratch it with me back scratcher
But it still keeps comin back

I do enjoy the scratch though
With my metal scratcher low low
But if I scratch too hard though
Yesterdays scabs come off wow!

And then theres red rivulets
Rolling down me back
but come next day with itch not at bay
I have to scratch and scratch Jack

© gumboils!

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still can't read it enlarged?

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Sorry - I thought it was an open forum. I'll just get my coat.

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In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 - 1918

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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ah Miss Silver Tabby when did you start feel shut out of general discussions with members of the opposite sex?

Miss Silver Tabby feels locked out
and thinks she's takin social clouts
Miss Tabby it's really not like that
it's just we didnt much like ya hat

so if you'd show your silver locks
I'm sure all doors will come unlocked
so don't take this too personal
RJ will dry your tears no doubt!

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I spend my time in Leisurely Scribbles
Where we sometimes talk in riddles
We mean no harm
In our funny farm
Where we foam at mouth and dribble


Riff raff was aimed at gummy
He thought the comment funny
Didn’t take it so hard
Played on in school yard
Enjoying his bread and honey


Now miss Silver Tabby
I trust now you are happy
And haven’t left the premises
Cos it’d leave me in extremisis
That’s what I call snazzy

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Everyone seems to be ignoring
my pathetic scribbles -
they must be really boring.

Will go and make a cup of tea
to drown my sorrows!
Thanks dear RJ and Gummy !