Making it write
Some of us are weak kneed, knock kneed, knuckle kneed,
dreaming of much nicer knees, knees that are nobble-free,
knees that never creak, or no knees at all. 480 more words
1 day, 7 hours ago
There was a young man named Gus
Who caught the wrong kind of bus.
He found himself on a boat,
With nought but a goat. 7 more words
4 days, 21 hours ago
Rising at 6 am
I take up my virtual pen.
Then I see
Staring at me
The sandwich wrapper from yesterday.
Ah the romance of a writer’s life. 47 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
There was a young lady named Holly
Who was extremely plump and jolly.
We met at night
And to my delight
She led me into folly …
1 week, 6 days ago
Note: Backsivore, or Backsie Fore, is a word (or phrase) from the Devon dialect. It means back-to-front.
The sun shines bright with a matt-black glow… 229 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
A builder and a poet sat drinking.
“I am thinking
That its getting black outside.
The moon does hide
One can trace
In yonder darkening sky… 88 more words
‘Beans with Chocolate’
my daughter made for me
A birthday treat
from one who’s only three
I had to eat it
or break her little heart 10 more words
4 weeks, 1 day ago