Phil Soar Poems

Reckless rats raid garden sheds
Spend their nights in makeshift beds
Leave their presence everywhere
Acting like they just don't care
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The sun should have shined, but it rained
The moon should have waxed, but it waned
I should have smiled but I groaned
She should have been pleased, but she moaned
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I took a leaf out of her book and tried to speak non stop
I ran a hundred miles, though she thought that I would drop
I had to run away, because I chose to answer back
I tried to hide away, but she then went on the attack
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My cards were on the table, but my hand was pretty poor
I'd gambled that she'd buckle, and I'd walk out of the door
But I had not imagined that she'd played this game before
She took my legs from under me, and I fell to the floor
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It seems like only yesterday, that I was just a kid
Learning how to get things wrong, and crying when I did
Getting into trouble, and loving every minute
Spending evenings reading books, and wishing I was in it
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Hawkeye the Noo
was a scotsman too
but he lived in the wild wild west
in a strange request
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They lip-synced to the pop song
some called it quite the mime
But their lips were out of sequence
and the music out of time
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So much angst to swell the brain
sadness seeking somewhere sane
So much grief to write about
Why does no-one scream and shout?
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