With a lift of his chin, and a bit of a grin, without any doubting or quiddit, he started to sing and he tackled the thing, that couldn't be done, and he did it
Bollocks, I’ve Done It Wrong,
Why, oh, why have I done it wrong.
The way nature hath decided.
I have done it wrong because
I am crap at it.
There is no other way to tell.
I am alone for I am an outcast,
Thrown out of my house for being poor.
I had no choice.
Bollocks, I’ve done it right,
Why is god a […]
My pencil has lead enough,
it will not need more for a while
Until it runs out.
And when it does I will put some
more lead in
Yet if I have none I will shout.
I will get meself down
to W.H. Smith’s
And spend my well earned cash.
I will keep my receipt,
just in case there should be
A fault in the leads […]
I cannot sleep, therefore I have decided to release one of my poems onto the net. I wrote these when I was about 15. I used to write them in GCSE English instead of working. Anyone who has seen my exercise books from back then is shocked to find out I got an A* in […]
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