NikMorgan ... Poems

The good time that was had by all
Overly easy, a sure thing
She only mimicked what she knew
Child of lone teen parent
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Beep beep beep
You were on your way
Till they shocked you back to life
Your motor’s running
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Never ever walk through the woods at night
Never ever stray off the path
Watch-out for the never ever man
And fear his savage wrath
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Fridays child is slave to revelry
The lure of the drum is impossible to deny
Music stirs the savage beast
Uninhibited I dance macabre
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It’s the end of the world
Glory once more, has passed us by
The country like the beer
Is flat
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This poem has no reason
Just the repetition of rhyme
Words to be forgotten
A memory soon to fade with time
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She craves the trappings of luxury
Wanting to eat for free
Driven by aspiration
She is a would be Mrs someone to be
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Vanilla is the flavour he favours
Variety has too much spice
Blinkered in his outlook
Naughty can never be nice
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The way a bed is left reflects who you are
Your bed is always pristine
My bed like me, is left unmade
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It’s like a cookbook
But I never make the recipes
I just imagine how good the food might taste
Melons and pears make the sweetest fruit salad
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