Flying Lemming Poems

Dashing to the shower
Dashing to get dressed
Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest
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Thought I’d try something new
As I said I find that do-
-ing this is a way to be a-
-head of my brain every day
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I got to ‘A’ and was assaulted and abused
And attacked and ambushed and anger was used
And acute agony left me anxious and bemused
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You’re not quite the height I like but I can bend a bit
You’re wider than the girls I like, I guess you could get fit
You hair is kind of mousey, not the shiny blond I seek
Your voice isn’t velvety and your laugh has that odd squeak
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When the full moon wanders out
The freaks of nature jump about
They talk of passages of the sun
Which bring the power to everyone
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I stand outside all night cos you wont put me away
My silver body work is a grim kind of grey
You drive me miles and miles every single day
It’s not much fun being your car
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Some gave their lives, others had them taken
Dead laying in land still forsaken
They fought on bravely for a noble cause
Until shrapnel gave them eternal pause
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It's only just occurred to me
As I enter into day three
The pitfalls and problems that this quest could bring
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There is no mystery, to the art of poetry
It can come quite easily, straight to you or me
All of us have heard, word after word after word
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