TRIKE'S
I HEAR THE SOUND OF LOUD PIPES
I SEE GLEEMING CHROME IN THE MOON LIGHT
OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SOUND AND A WONDERFUL SIGHT
AS THOSE TRIKE'S GO BY IN THE MOON LIGHT
WHEN ON THE CANAL
WHEN ON THE CANAL I JUST CHILL
I LISTEN TO THE SWELL OF OTHER BOATS THAT TOOT AS THEY GO ON BY
TAKE IN THE SMELL OF COOKING ON A BBQ GRILL
I SEE WILDLIFE
PEOPLE THAT PASS BY
THE CATS AND THE DOGS
THE RATS THAT RUSH PAST
I HEAR THE DISTANT SOUND OF A CRICKET MATCH AND THE RAW OF THE CROWD
WHEN ON THE CANAL
I Love You
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART
SO PLEASE MY DARLING LET US NEVER PART
HEART
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART
YOU'VE HAVE BEEN HURT IN THE PAST SO YOUR TOO SCARED TO SAY HOW YOU FEEL
PLEASE DON'T PUSH ME AWAY
WITH MY HEART I DO CARE FOR YOU
LET ME IN AND GIVE ME A CHANCE
I LOVE YOU AND NOT ALL MEN ARE THE SAME
BUT SADLY SOME HAVE NO SHAME
MY HEART IS YOURS, I'LL SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE AND EFFECTION
COME ON BABY LET ME IN
MY HEART IS ACHING FOR THE FUN WE COULD HAVE
I PROMISE YOU BABE I'LL DO YOU NO HARM
LET ME IN AND YOU WILL BE GLAD AND NEVER EVER SAD
Life
Life can be good,
Life can be bad,
But when i'm with you i'm glad and never ever sad.
Life Part 2
Life can throw loads of stuff at us, people and things try to test us, what would life be without all of this.
Life is good, life is bad, don't let it make you sad,
Stand up, stand tall, stand proud, after all we're just one of a crowd.
We have our ups, we have our downs, don't wear a frown, live life to the fullest don't let it make you the dullest
Mohawk
I see a man with spikey hair, is that a mohawk that you wear,
Mohawks are long and short, brightly coloured there is alsorts,
From a liberty spike from front to back or side to side we wear the mohawk with pride,
We wear them up we wear them down, we wear them like a crown,
Some people stand and stare at the man with spikey hair,
Please don't judge a man with spikes for inside theres a man you'll really really like.
Pubic Hair
Pubic hair what is it for,
Pubic hair why do we have it, it is like a dirty habbit,
Pubic hair is dull not shiney,
Pubic hair as so many names, the hairy carpet to the fury patch,
Cut it off, you'll surely scratch,
Pubic hair what is the point,
Pubic hair why are you there,
Pubic hair short and curly,
Pubic hair a straw like patch, thick enough to use as thatch.
I Miss You
I miss you in the morning, I miss you late at night, just
to think about you, is my joy and my delight.
I can't wait to see you,
Please hurry up and come back you always make me happy, you have that special knack!
A POEM FOR MY FRIEND Di
ARFER
Arfer was a cat that Di loved,
Arfer was a cat of two parts, part tabby and part siamese that liked to sit on Di's knees,
I have not met Di yet, but i know she loved her pet,
No words we can say will take the pain away,
Di is my friend, i hope her heart will soon mend,
Arfer was a cat that Di loved but sadly he's gone to a place above,
This poem is short and sweet, i hope for some day we will meet,
The time as come for this poem to end, rest i peace Di's fury friend.
FaceBook, FaceBook every where don't you people come off for air,
Bejeweled, farmville cafe world, my town, treasure isle connect four and all that tack, will give you a bad back,
So many games for people to play,
Before you know it is really late,
Peoples problems, peoples lies, FaceBook takes over peoples lives,
FaceBook at work, FaceBook at home, FaceBook on your phone,
FaceBook, FaceBook used to be rare now it's evey where
Motorbikes, Car Drivers & Police
Bikes, bikes every where amongst car drivers that don't care,
Bikes with loud pipes
Pipes that can save a bikers life,
Do this and do that says the policeman in his silly hat,
Your plate is too small, your tyres are bald, says the policeman who's fat and bald,
We pay our tax to use pot holed roads,
We pay insurance incase of a smash,
The biker way of life is great,
Tis shame it's to late, when so many of our mates reach the pearly gates because the car driver just wouldn't wait.