Nicky has friends but none could be found.
No time for Nicky
Nicky did frown.
The partner is a bit of a slouch
No one works around the house
Likes to potter
Plans are grand
By mid-afternoon there's a drink in hand.
Children are adults
One married one at home
But no one is vacant
Thank God for the phone.
Nicky no friends don't know what to do.
Tomorrow morning?
That's up to you.
We could watch some sport?
That under 6 team
Or visit that church where they shout and scream
Or don't leave home and stay in bed??
At this point Nicky would rather be dead
Nicky needs friends and their hard to find
It's a lonely place if your one of a kind.
Square peg where do you fit?
Not in the stocking carefully knit..
You are a block a pillar of size
Fearfully crafted
Come, now rise...
Square what part do you play
The rounds are dowels
They fit that way
You need some holes to let them through
Square and round not one but two.
Building blocks like seasoned wood
Hate the evil
Love the good.
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Building blocks like seasoned wood
Hate the evil
Love the good .. I like .. & very much
I enjoyed this even as I lost my grip a couple of times....
Just the ramblings of a madman
Not correct - misguided sometimes, but then most folks are, one way or another...
Time will tell...
Tremendous.
Such a beautiful poem......
It's strange how much I relate to Nicky
Amazing poem 2781.
Thank you.
Intriguing write 2781.
Andy
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