Andy Brookes Poems
|881.||Tug Of War||2/4/2018|
|884.||All That Remains||12/4/2017|
|885.||I Have Left The Building||12/19/2017|
|888.||Dodging The Curve Balls||10/25/2017|
|891.||Shadow Puppet Show||12/3/2017|
|893.||Why? No Explanations Possible||2/28/2018|
|896.||I'm Going To Sue Santa||12/6/2014|
|898.||The Pike And The Minnow Acautionary Tale||2/5/2018|
|901.||Her Inner Beauty Is Forever Young||11/6/2017|
|902.||Tweeting And Twitching||10/30/2017|
|908.||Snow 20 -new-||3/17/2018|
|909.||Spinning Yarns With Woolly Thoughts||10/27/2017|
|912.||Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants||11/11/2017|
|913.||I'm Only Human||12/14/2014|
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I'm Only Human
I work my fingers to the bone,
And I know I shouldn't moan.
Not get upset about my work,
If criticised by some jerk.
It's sad to say, my skin is thin,
Tough exterior, soft within.
I try so not to let it hurt,
When hit by a poem expert.
I know I have a lot to learn,
But cruel remarks, they just burn.
And you know I have no fear,
Of ever becoming like Shakespeare.
I write just whims, airy fancies,
Which people stab with their lances.
With their thrusts they put me down,
Making me feel like a clown.
But be it good or be it ...
A Bald Man's Lament
When I was young and just a lad,
A lovely mop of hair I had.
Of sturdy growth, there was no lack,
Thick and red and all swept back.
I really thought that I looked swell
Dressed and styled, all slicked with gel.
I would swagger down the street
Admiring glances from all I'd meet.