Andy Brookes Poems
|801.||The Ship Lists||10/13/2017|
|810.||Tweeting And Twitching||10/30/2017|
|811.||Her Inner Beauty Is Forever Young||11/6/2017|
|817.||Spinning Yarns With Woolly Thoughts||10/27/2017|
|819.||Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants||11/11/2017|
|820.||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 ...
Pic 'N Mix
I'm a strange creature, you must agree,
Not insect, fowl nor out the sea.
Not marsupial, mammal or duck,
I'm all three, just my luck.
I swim underwater, with feet that are webbed,
And scrabble on land for I am four legged.
And if you see me, you'll think me absurd,
Because you see, I have a beak like a bird.
Don't live in a nest, but like a mole