08-04-2013, 11:36 AM
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Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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LEISUREThats spooky ben, Pats poem brought LEISURE to my mind too.
I learnt it by heart at school, along with CARGOES by John Masefield & THE GREEN EYE OF THE LITTLE YELLOW GOD
J. Milton Hayes.
I don't know the two you have mentioned - I shall have a look!
08-04-2013, 11:38 AM
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Originally Posted by Pats CG
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'Leisure' - such truth in that beauty....
08-04-2013, 10:47 PM
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I found it in the cupboardTucked away at the back
I must have bought it a while ago
Before I became so fat
A pack of choccie biscuits
Guaranteed to make me smile
Oh heck to boring diets
Haven’t had biscuits for a while
I wrestled with the wrapper
It said tear here , who cares
Soon ripping open the packet
Running up the stairs
To secretly eat some of them
While sat upon the loo
But someone else is in there
Crunching choccie biscuits too.
Being a two loo residence
I shot in the downstairs loo
Carefully removing evidence
Chucked wrapper in bin too.
I enjoyed them while I ate them
Every single one
But now I’ve a sickly feeling
And pains in my poor tum.
I advise you my dear reader
Not to do what I have done
When you find some choccie biscuits
Ditch them fast and run
Robert Junior 2013
09-04-2013, 10:30 AM
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Verse IN THE STYLE OF HENRY LONGFELLOWLittle things go
bumpy bumpy
In the night
makes me jumpy
Shall I rise
Get out of bed
I stop and think
send wife instead
If burglar there
Wife sit on him
stop him moving
She not slim
The cheeky man
Been at my booze
Call police van
A burglar loose
Put more locks on
and some this year
they've been spot on
Cept' this one here
He must have used
His slender frame
To take, abuse
Thinks he, a game
He is skinny
Put him away
Or he'll come back
Another day
© 2011 Robert Junior
another chuckle today, many thanks Robert
10-04-2013, 09:53 AM
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The last diet I tried was going ever so wellUntil I passed a shop with a familiar smell
It was fish and chips, I’d know it anywhere
I paused , not for long, I went straight in there
“I’ll have a piece of cod, no, make that two
And a bag of chips, the biggest you do”
I swallowed them down, hardly touching the sides
By jove, I should have had steak & kidney pies
Not instead of the chips , but in addition to
What would go down well now ,a king sized brew
I’ll try me diet again with some gusto tomorrow
But ,just like the others, it’ll end in sorrow
© Robert Junior 2013
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