Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Many Many by Amelia
Anyone can live with many
Many ways to live with all,
but then there’s many, many
hungry, and many more are feeling cold
Many reasons stop us giving
Many more tell us to wait –
but when there’s many children crying –
there’s just one beating heart and hand at stake…
There are many, many ways to leave things too late.
Anyone can live with many
Many ways to live with all,
but then there’s many, many
hungry, and many more are feeling cold
Many reasons stop us giving
Many more tell us to wait –
but when there’s many children crying –
there’s just one beating heart and hand at stake…
There are many, many ways to leave things too late.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Distance By Kate Toon
Distance lends enchantment, or so the poets say.
But I just get quite miserable, when you are far away.
I miss seeing you plod about the house in just your pants.
There’s no one to kill spiders or water all the plants.
I don’t do as much washing; the bathroom is obscene.
When you’re not here to boss me, I can’t be arsed to clean.
The bed seems so much bigger with the duvet all for me
I start to feel quite bored when there’s nothing on TV.
Since you did all the cooking I’m becoming a bit slimmer.
Eating only crisps or cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
My toothbrush stands up stoic, in the holder, all alone.
The dog spends his time sleeping, no interest in his bone.
I’m not a fan of distance, I really want you back.
‘Cos when you’re not here with me, my life’s all out of whack.
So next time that you bugger off; if it’s all right by you.
Please make it only one week or possibly two.
Distance lends enchantment, or so the poets say.
But I just get quite miserable, when you are far away.
I miss seeing you plod about the house in just your pants.
There’s no one to kill spiders or water all the plants.
I don’t do as much washing; the bathroom is obscene.
When you’re not here to boss me, I can’t be arsed to clean.
The bed seems so much bigger with the duvet all for me
I start to feel quite bored when there’s nothing on TV.
Since you did all the cooking I’m becoming a bit slimmer.
Eating only crisps or cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
My toothbrush stands up stoic, in the holder, all alone.
The dog spends his time sleeping, no interest in his bone.
I’m not a fan of distance, I really want you back.
‘Cos when you’re not here with me, my life’s all out of whack.
So next time that you bugger off; if it’s all right by you.
Please make it only one week or possibly two.
Saturday, April 03, 2010
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