Biography of Bridgid Patrick
I live in North london with my pet iguana called Apocalypse. I dont profess to be a poet of any substance but every now and again i put pen to paper and voila! !
Bridgid Patrick Poems
.rhyme Is A Crime
Since rhyming and rhythm are terribly boring They must now be barred from all musical scoring; Those poets employing these rhythms and rhymes Should pay with their lives for committing such crimes!
A Woman's Handbag
The handbag is a rare delight, it's like Aladdin's cave, All sorts of things are hidden there, that females like to save, It's black and big and heavy, with a nice long shoulder strap, Its weighted down with odds and sods and other stuff like that.
Six weeks old today mamma a birthday gift for me, a pair of big brown eyes through one day i will see.
I was walking down the river bank it was just the other night When a vampire with a fishing rod gave me a real bad fright 'I haven't had a bite all day' it said and bared its drooling fangs 'A pint or two of your cool blood will cure my hunger pangs'
3 Stages Of Grief
The Torment Sorrow swalowed me into the cruel black sea, The icy cold water washed over me,
Starkle starkle little twink who the heck you are I think I'm not under what you call the alcofluence of incohol
She looks like a hooker, regular tart, Owes her face less to nature than cosmetic art. 'Prostitute' or 'loose woman' are terms that might irk her, So in sanitized speech she's now called a sex worker.
Alice In La La Land
Ding dong the witch is dead The wicked witch is dead. Somebody filled her brains with lead and now the wicked witch is dead.
Whenever you would call me, I'd always be right there, When i really needed you you didnt seem to care. I'm a stranger in your world, I dont know where to turn, You like to watch me waste my tears, and then to crash and burn.
I shave my legs, I sit down to pee And I can justify Any shopping spree.
An Old Mans Lament
Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead, though I'm getting more forgetful and mixed up in the head.
Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
I dreamed a dream in bed last night, Of places most bizarre. Of ponds of liquid lemon pie, And ducks that played guitar.
Good morning! Thanks for calling us! We're pleased to hear from you! Your call's important to us So we've placed you in a queue.
There in your doorway, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past
Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain
Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain
Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky
No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side
And all I can offer, where words have no place
Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits
Love works in ways