Alessandra Liverani

Rookie - 0 Points (Wollongong, Australia)

Alessandra Liverani Poems

161. Pretty Packages 11/30/2006
162. Priorities 11/30/2006
163. Problem Solving 5/22/2006
164. Puppet On A String 2/20/2005
165. Rashonull Argument 4/13/2005
166. Relentless 7/4/2005
167. Sandy 2/17/2005
168. Scared Stiff 11/30/2006
169. Scary Movie 11/30/2006
170. Security Alert 1/25/2006
171. Shaking Like A Leaf 11/30/2006
172. Shiftwork 11/30/2006
173. Smoker's Rap 9/18/2005
174. Snigger Is The Trigger - Pass It On! 1/21/2008
175. Social - I Don'T Think So 11/30/2006
176. Sucking On A Poison 4/14/2005
177. Take The Day Off 9/21/2005
178. Take Your Medicine 9/19/2005
179. Teach Me How To Smoke 6/30/2005
180. The Addict's Mind 5/2/2005
181. The Agony And The Agony 4/22/2005
182. The Bully 4/6/2005
183. The Cable Blues 10/31/2011
184. The Challenger 2/10/2005
185. The Counting Game 2/4/2005
186. The Faraway Tree 6/9/2005
187. The Friend 4/3/2005
188. The Great Leveller 10/3/2005
189. The Hoverer 4/18/2005
190. The Machine 5/3/2007
191. The Meadow 10/14/2007
192. The Poker Game 1/31/2005
193. The Response 11/30/2006
194. The Smoking Trap 11/30/2006
195. The Tyrant 11/30/2006
196. The Voice 9/12/2005
197. There's Nothing Wrong With That 11/30/2006
198. This Is A Test Only 8/28/2005
199. Too Good To Be True 11/30/2006
200. Torture Chamber 2/7/2005
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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