Alessandra Liverani

Rookie - 0 Points (Wollongong, Australia)

Alessandra Liverani Poems

1. The Poker Game 1/31/2005
2. We Are The Tobacco Companies 9/14/2005
3. Which Voice? 2/6/2005
4. Optical Illusion 9/25/2005
5. Smoker's Rap 9/18/2005
6. Take Your Medicine 9/19/2005
7. Take The Day Off 9/21/2005
8. Image In The Mirror 9/11/2005
9. The Voice 9/12/2005
10. What Is It? 8/21/2005
11. This Is A Test Only 8/28/2005
12. The Challenger 2/10/2005
13. View From Mars 2/4/2005
14. Hunted 2/1/2005
15. Two For The Price Of One 7/10/2005
16. Why Go Back? 8/22/2005
17. Complicated 8/23/2005
18. Virtual Reality 8/24/2005
19. How Hard Is It? 5/17/2005
20. Confused 7/18/2005
21. Mental As Anything 7/24/2005
22. Don'T Get Caught 7/25/2005
23. The Agony And The Agony 4/22/2005
24. Sandy 2/17/2005
25. Don'T Rush Me 7/7/2005
26. Security Alert 1/25/2006
27. Never Ending Time 8/17/2005
28. No Law 8/18/2005
29. The Great Leveller 10/3/2005
30. Why Are You Running? 5/23/2005
31. Limericks 8/9/2005
32. Exercise In Futility 7/27/2005
33. More Torture, Why Not? 11/7/2006
34. Copied Fear 11/30/2006
35. Don'T Copy That One 11/30/2006
36. I'M Sick Of It 11/30/2006
37. Too Good To Be True 11/30/2006
38. Pavlov's Dog: Advanced Lesson 12/9/2006
39. We Don'T Care 2/15/2007
40. The Machine 5/3/2007
Best Poem of Alessandra Liverani

- It's All Relative: : Humour

My mother’s brother’s sister’s name is Grace
She’s my aunt and likes to go from place to place
My mother’s sister’s brother’s name is Brad
He’s my uncle and he is my cousin’s Dad

My grandmother on my mother’s side
Is my maternal gran, she is my grandfather’s bride
She also is my father’s mother-in-law
And not surprisingly they often go to war

My cousin is the nephew of my mother
His father happens to be my mother’s brother
My aunty’s niece is in fact myself
If you're confused please don't look at me for help

(Sydney, Australia - 2005)

Read the full of - It's All Relative: : Humour

The Poker Game

This was a game for the best of the best
Those who had crumbled, they had all left
Now at the table were four expert players
You could count on all of them, they were the stayers

They felt confident, that they were in with a chance
This game was their game, they knew the steps of this dance
But then at the doorway appeared a spectacular sight
They glanced up and received a terrible fright

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