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jack frost Poems
What Is A Daughter
She’s a joy she’s an angel’ well that’s what she thinks She clings on to your heart like a plug to a sink She drives you all crazy with make believe games She’ll have you believe that fairies fly planes
Little Boys Revenge
The leaves they lie but all around a silent carpet on the ground listen carefully if you dare fix your eyes in a stare
I love my mum, I love my dad I love my son and brother, I love my wife, I love my dog I love them like no other.
I'm happy in the morning I'm happy in the night I'm happy when I'm talking to a person full of shite
My boyfriend went and dumped me The rat-face that he is No ifs or buts no long goodbye Just left me in a tizz
Nightmares can be funny things They keep you up at night And if you doze off in between It gives you such a fright
Life And Death
Birth is something we all go through But memories we have none Why is it that we have no thought? When life has just begun
If I could go and speak to god I would tell him many things Save the world. stop all hurt Happiness can you bring
When first he came to see her 'twas' with a timid heart.and even when the lights were low they sat this__________________________far apart
Don't tell my son that I died in vain. Don't tell my folks that they should feel shame. Don't tell my wife I was an evil man. Don't tell my town that I should have ran.
Work is the curse of the working class The rich just bide their time Work gives riches to all but me The rich just get by fine
My son He’s just a little angel he wouldn’t hurt a fly He is just the perfect child, but then I know just why
Ode To The Thyroid
The thyroid is such a funny thing wrapped inside your neck I’m strong I’m tough I’m young and bold so thyroid…..what the heck It won’t stop me from doing well and living life in full It’s such a tiny little thing who said it had to rule
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What Is A Daughter
She’s a joy she’s an angel’ well that’s what she thinks
She clings on to your heart like a plug to a sink
She drives you all crazy with make believe games
She’ll have you believe that fairies fly planes
She often comes in with imaginary friends
And can draw on their dads with permanent pens
She has pretty parties with dolls as her mates
But then runs straight out and she swings on the gate
She listens to stories of love and romance
Then shoves a live frog in her best friends pants
At night when asleep the angels go quiet
I often do think that she ...