Laura Cummings

Rookie (Friday 16th October 1987 / Alexander Hospital, Redditch.)

A Poem To Jack - Poem by Laura Cummings

I was snooping around my mates lap,
And his name was Jack,
What was found there,
Can only be described,
As two big biscuits and a shortcake.
The smell to each was distinct to its own,
And can never be replicated.
O Jack why did you leave me,
I thought forever we would be,
I only wanted a biscuit after dribbling on your knee.

Comments about A Poem To Jack by Laura Cummings

  • (7/29/2006 6:41:00 AM)


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  • (11/8/2005 10:49:00 AM)

    They say love is a warm puppy... (Report) Reply

  • (9/20/2005 2:28:00 AM)

    I'm gonna asume this person is a friend of yours? lol did they apriciate this poem? (Report) Reply

  • (3/26/2005 4:12:00 PM)

    well done very good and funny: -) (Report) Reply

  • (3/18/2005 10:49:00 AM)

    Very creative! ! ! Good use of metaphors with this (i hope they're metaphors! ! !) Very funny! (Report) Reply

  • (3/13/2005 11:25:00 AM)

    kind of funny..but why was this person in their lap and why was there bread in the lap! ? this is confusing. your friends sound very strange..but who am i to talk anyway regarding strange friends..^_^ keep up the good work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, January 7, 2008

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