I sat in bed one morning
With a note pad on my knee
When in wondered my Charlie
And he snuggled up to me
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The moon was born with Earth they say
Two vortex, large and small
Of gas and dusty nebula
And gravitation's pull
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I tried to write a poem
whilst drunk
I thunk and I thunk
which is hard when you're drunk
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When Autumn knocks and hangs his leafy coat up by the door
Drifting slowly in and leaving footprints on the floor
He drags along behind him his dormant pathogens
The central heating shakes them and their Summer slumber ends
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Oh what an annoyance
It happens to be
When my bladder, at night
Wakes me up for a wee
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Some poems are simplistic
They don't wear cryptic
lipstick
They never try to force it
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Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
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'Lets eat, grandma! 'Said the man with a grin.
He squeezed her bony hand in despair
'I know what I fancy for dinner today'
They peered inside, all the cupboard was bare
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She wants to swim
I feel her pulling at my surface
In her cage, stirring
The waters lap to torment her chagrin
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Your muse is a starfish in midnights' ocean
She lives deep, embedded in your soul
In tired agitation you tore off her arms
Knowing full well that they would regrow
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