Biography of Frances May
Spike Milligan, Bob Dylan, Noel Fielding, Bill Bailey and Emily Dickinson. When a shrinking machine is invented, these people will live in my jacket pocket -I will feed them biscuit crumbs and corn on the cob. I hope to infuse a spoonful of wit with a dash of profoundness and mix the contents of my disorganised mind together to make something both entertaining and thought provoking.
Frances May Poems
Messy Mess Mess
My room is a mess, I must confess, and just like my brain it's disordered, I guess.
Horse Manure, A Pile Of It
horse manure a pile of it avoid it and walk around it
Like dodging raindrops from summer skies, we brush the tears away from their eyes, and we teach them to hide what they're feeling inside.
Rain on my window Rain on the ground
I seldom see those like you or me that is why we're meant to be
Blaaaah - My 10 Second Poem
Plastic grass and paper daisies. Painted nails and designer babies.
Be proud of your flaws for they make you You, That spot on your nose It's like morning dew.
Please don't clip my wings, Don't nail me to the ground. Let me fly far away Among the clouds
Get lost among the sandunes Whoever you may be The pebble clad beaches the soft, subdued sea.
I Curl My Hair On Saturdays
I curl my hair on Saturdays It stays straight on Sun On Tuesday I wear it in a bow and sometimes in a bun.
A Bonkers Poem
Why so? Said the elephant, chewing on some grass. Why not? Said the fairy, polishing her brass.
A Nuts Poem
The afterlife Is kinda shite All demons and angry souls.
An Awesome Poem
I'm just churning out the poems Like a crazy poem machine My fingers they keep on typing My eyes stuck to the screen
I sit on the lampost, and sqwauck with glee! I smile at you, you frown at me,
A Silly Franglish Poème
'You look pretty
You make me shiver
I am yours
This is what they would write to me
If I were a French lady.
All les blokes français
they would all do as I say,
and they would feed me vin et fromage
I wish I were French! ! Quelle dommage! ! !