Author: Rose

Writer

Gym

I went to the gym and did some stretches. I went to the gym, did some stretches and lifted some weights. I went to the gym, did some stretches, lifted some weights and ran on the treadmill. I went to the gym, did some stretches, lifted some weights, ran on the treadmill and did some…

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Skin

My skin is rather funny It is not white or black Some days it has a shine And then it can be matte My skin is maybe pink But not perhaps to you Often there’s a spot Or a funny hue My skin is always there To keep me warm and dry It holds my…

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Tash

My sister likes moustaches She says they are risqué They make her very happy She wears one everyday

Menu

If I could choose a menu I’d choose not one but four From the one I’d pick And from the four some more If I could eat for seven I’d have a meal or ten There’d be no room for afters I’d have to start again If I could fill my cupboard How the shelves…

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Scars

Delighted to be home, he sped from the house with the dog on its lead. School shorts, bare legs, not a care. Turning left careering down hill, he flew full of joy along the pavement. Unable to hesitate at the kerb, his leaping stride fast and perilous, his footing buckled. Forward he fell, the gravelled…

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Wardrobe

I’m getting in my wardrobe Because I want to hide I know it will be cosy When I am inside I need to feel the cloth About my naked self I know this really is Amazing for my health I do it everyday It’s such a massive help Sitting in the wardrobe Perching on a…

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Bad Bake

Doilys, glaze and icing Frosting, lace and gloss Sorbet, frills and glitter Cherries, piping, snot

Smile

I can’t abide the positive vibe that everybody spouts, I find it quite an irritant, indeed it gives me gout. My daily ache is nothing but the pile of food I bake, because I can’t be troubled by the news I know is fake. The moaning is a tragedy that makes us all depressed, if…

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Limerick – Niece

My niece came round last week We played at hide and seek She took the lip gloss And the glue When found she could not speak

If

If I could hear a silent sound Smell a rabbit in the grass Read a story in the undergrowth Could I sit upon your lap? If I could tell you with my ears Speak my pleasure with no words Be loyal to your dying day Could I be your hairy hound?