Fatso

Fatso

A little fatso sat there
Oh how sat there,
Licking her fingers,
Little pudgy sausages,
Salty crumbs on her lap.

A little fatso dripped,
Oh how she wonderfully dripped,
Oily tears from her large pores,
Oh hush now little fatso,
You know this has happened before!

A little fatso screamed,
Oh how loudly she screamed,
And stamped her heavy feet,
And off they bounced,
Her fat rolls all aboard,
This fatso ship sailing on,
This oily fatso sea.

Your Mind

Your Mind

If your shrunken mind says it is so,
Then isn't it so.

If your knees will sway to and fro,
Then isn't it so.

If your bones will bend and break,
Then isn't it fair for you to take,
Ages and ages whilst he is gone,
And your wrinkled face so forlorn.

If there is another life for you,
Would you have the strength to pull it through,
Or is life just a repeated song,
Wouldn't you have stopped singing along.

Tell me please for I need to know,
That life in not just a fleeting show,
That you are telling me lies untrue,
That I will never be just another you.

Bus Ride

Bus Ride

Every morning I sat on the bus,
Quietly taking in the lingering rush,
Every morning the bus swerved and swayed,
And how surely it took me away.

Oh how I love to wave goodbye,
To the happy people up in the sky,
And how I love to say hello,
To the people walking down below.

The bus turned a corner,
As I sat and ponder,
Padded paws and fuzzy ears,
Her dirty shoes and crusted tears.

Candy clouds up on the trees,
Fluffy tails so careless and free,
Wrinkly legs slowly stumbling by,
While her young wings are eager to fly.

The bell broke the silence,
And the bus pulled to a stop,
I saw you waiting there,
Wit sunshine dripping from your hair.

To the Headmistress

To the Headmistress

Dear Mrs Headmistress,
This is your pupil speaking,
When the harsh light lit your tresses,
I can feel my knobbly knee trembling.

Dear Mrs Headmistress do see,
How do you like being do holy,
How do you like preaching,
Chastising and teaching,
Us lies and your deceits,
Your rookies and your misfits,
Write pages after pages,
Of words untrue,
But still you,
Put us in your golden cages,
Feeding us pristine lies,
Grudging enemies and filial ties.

"and you let them suds dry"

"and you let them suds dry"

Mrs Pronto is always late,
Mrs Pronto is full of hate,
Mrs Pronto thinks she's right,
Always Mrs Pronto is full of spite.

I helped Mrs Pronto do the dishes,
For her painful skin,
And arthritic fingers,
Creaked ever so loudly,
Beating again so surely,
The olden days that lingers.

She scolded me she did,
She said to me loudly she did,
"You stupid goon, look what you did!
You made the china cat cry,
You let the marble bird fly,
And you let them suds dry!"

Rest in peace Mrs Pronto,
Rest in peace now,
Don't you love the darken soil,
And the warm worms wriggling,
Between your dry toes.

From the mouth of a witch

From the mouth of a witch

Bend your ears,
My little dears,
And listen to me,
Sieve my faulty voice,
And cracked lips to see,
Trickle these drops,
Soothing sickly honey,
I'll let you stay and rest your pretty feet.

BETTY

I haven't updated my blog in ages. Just realised I've accumulated poems moems in my notebook, I better write them down before they got lost in the tides of time.

Betty

Betty has a bitter bone,
Poor Betty she's always alone,
Betty has a bitter bone,
Because for poor Betty,
Nobody ever picks up the phone.

Betty came to me again,
She wanted me to end the pain,
I said Betty,
If you want to be free,
You have to laugh at your own misery,
Fall then you crawl,
Hurt before you could love,
And stumble before you rise above.