Friday, 20 April 2012
Dilemma for a woman
A woman may ask without delight, Is it better being with a poor man that's generous, or a rich man who's tight, a person that will always put up a fight or someone who will love them way into the night
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Woodberry Down Comprehensive
When I was a little boy, I had some fun, there were some knocks but lots of joy
Amazed at school I loved to learn, from English to maths, the science and art
I could have been anything I wanted to be, if only they, had left me to be
the violence i found the bullies around
The threat of a thump, the violent sound, it was more than I could bare
Too much for me,the boisterous fools unable to listen or follow the rules, the girl sat in front knifed in the back,
The different gangs in different factions nowhere to get away from all of their actions.
a twenty foot gate, easy to climb
Run from the hell, the hate and crime
Walking around in a life of peace, out of the school to wander the streets.
Despite of it all, I still think it's right
To not stand a ground, not put up a fight, what good would it do to spend life like that
push others around, a popular rat
Amazed at school I loved to learn, from English to maths, the science and art
I could have been anything I wanted to be, if only they, had left me to be
the violence i found the bullies around
The threat of a thump, the violent sound, it was more than I could bare
Too much for me,the boisterous fools unable to listen or follow the rules, the girl sat in front knifed in the back,
The different gangs in different factions nowhere to get away from all of their actions.
a twenty foot gate, easy to climb
Run from the hell, the hate and crime
Walking around in a life of peace, out of the school to wander the streets.
Despite of it all, I still think it's right
To not stand a ground, not put up a fight, what good would it do to spend life like that
push others around, a popular rat
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Monday, 2 April 2012
Scrumptious
If you come from London,
you'll know what I mean,
Extraordinary pie and mash
With liquor so green
Add a little salt, lots of pepper too
Vinegar in the middle of the pie,
that's delicious for you,
Cooksie's was the start,
yet sadly now that's gone,
Still there's plenty more to choose from
To make you good and strong.
If you go to The East End, Hackney,!Eltham too,
Don't forget the Pie & Mash waiting there for you
you'll know what I mean,
Extraordinary pie and mash
With liquor so green
Add a little salt, lots of pepper too
Vinegar in the middle of the pie,
that's delicious for you,
Cooksie's was the start,
yet sadly now that's gone,
Still there's plenty more to choose from
To make you good and strong.
If you go to The East End, Hackney,!Eltham too,
Don't forget the Pie & Mash waiting there for you
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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