George BernardBloodyShaw Poems

Love is a whirl
a beautiful swirl
in which to drown,
an immersion,
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I am not me
tho' she mooves
me as a he.
She's not a cow
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His pen goes to paper
my mind swans along
words pouring on song
as a baby into a diaper
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The serenity of my sky
As it passes me by.
Gently flowing
And glowing
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Would you like to have a diddle on my riddle?

Many a good tune can be played on an old fiddle.
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I've riddled
At sea.

I've riddled
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Here I sit
all alone
a lonely sausage
in a jar
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You'd like my dumplins
all sizzling in my meat
my dumplins l know you'd like to meet
l'm trained, to, at gravy
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To rest in peace
I live on
To be the best of the rest.
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I wake up 'alf dead.
Where the 'ell's me 'ead?

I'm not on my mettle
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