I try, try, try, try to stop my aching mouth.
I hope, hope hope, hope for a bus down south.
I'll give, give, give, give the world a buzzy buzz.
I fight, fight, fight, fight for what always was.
I have no more ideas I'd better put in a plug.
Before all this happened, I knew I was snug.
I took a camera with me to see what I had shot.
I looked at Madam Tuisaddes, God she is hot.
I blame the institution for being weird and nuts.
I forgot my days when I sang into my water butts.
I love, love, love, love when I have to do 2 things.
I answer the telephone, the world begins to ring.
I took to a fighting bull, the great English Matador.
I cried, cried, cried, cried as the bull wanted more.
I dived, dived, dived, dived underwater for a drink
I thought, thought, thought, thought I'd better think.
I won, won, won, won a prize in a poetry magazine.
I saw, saw, saw, saw all the stunning things I'd seen.
Now there's a little number adding up to buy a house.
There are some broken windows and a little mouse
I need, need, need, need to wake up to make a life.
I want, want, want, want a woman who'll be my wife.
I will, will, will, will get down on my knee and propose.
I wed, wed, wed, wed when I guessed I'd supposed.
I dear, dear, dear, dear to all my lovely final years.
I felt a distance close to me, so I told my honest tears.
I pray, pray, pray to the one who looks after me above.
On this day I thought of her, and she fitted well enough.
Up through the clouds, I went and now at Heaven's gate.
I had, had, had, had no idea that I got here too late.
The curtain called me in behind a certain final sting
Where, I, I, I I was quick and pulled the other string.
Now I've died my wife has been left without me forever.
I ring, ring, ring I ring to my other one, was I undercover
I say, say, say, say, I say goodbye to you, me and her
As she goes to sleep, sleep, sleep until she starts to purr.
I sat, sat, sat, sat waiting for all my life to pass its past
Now I've gone to Heaven I can lay my poetic head to rest.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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Damn good fun read mate! Smiled all thru it.
Thank you, my friend. I'm glad it made your bells ring a happy tune for you. That's the beauty of poetry, you can change to a different style of writing every day. I'm a romantic and tend to be really close towards writing the diversity of what; love and the beauty of life have to offer within the poetic world I live in. Smiling is also has a tendency to brighten up someone's day. Cheers for calling in.
I say, say, say this is a good write. My parrot says so too! lol.
You're funny, orrchi, and your parrot, also.
Such an original conception of repetitious use Kevin - - great read
Originality is a good conception of any sort whatever it is, even is it repeats over and over and over and over and over again. Thanks for calling in, Fay.
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