Dog Tired but Wired

Dog tired but Wired

What chores are in store
When I get through the door.
Will I have to mop the floor,
Before sleep surrounds
my tired paws.

It’s morning and I’m yawning
but I know I cannot sleep!
Think I’ll go and see the sheep,
And worry them to sleep.

Target Practice

Target Practice

Something wrong with today's earwigs
Their not wired up right
Don't like the ones on the figs
And the weirdy on Burroughs head flights
The men in the silly brown wigs
Yes the ones who lecture on life
When the time comes for me to shoot
I hope I don't hit my wife.

Office Monkeys

Buzz, buzz, buzz went the office,
Talk, talk, talk monkey please,
Whir, whir, whir went the hard drives,
Hum, hum, hum, went the screens.

Clickety, clack, click typed the keys
Ding, dong, dang went the lifts,
Chit, chat, chit said the monkeys,
Flexi-time, rhythm and rhyming shifts.

Testet

sent from somewhere over here.......

The big baggers slapper...

The great big baggers slapper

A young maid in concessions

She was neither clean

Nor was she refreshing

Smelled of stale perfume and lipsticks 

Turkish showers, constricted sweat

Red face and orange mastic 

Previous dated purchase spent

She took the slap our of her bag

A ladies make up artist

could convert it into swag

Wax on, wax off

To become a desirable wag

Slap it on suck it off

She was just a bit of a slag

No word of a lie, 

Just an arrogant punk

Thrust a little pink eye fish

With his high velocity trunks

He took 'big baggers slapper'

Into the gents cubicle crapper

Flushed his chain and

then he snapped her

shared with friends 

And then dumped her cos

The dirty slapper shagger

Bagged the Biggest baggers 

Pink fish slapper in the west

Waiting for the Doors

Waiting for the doors
Green scree on the floor
Waiting for the scores
And prams in the way
Of kids at the school
Facing the door
To open today
And begin the afray
Wait out in the cold
Successful I pray
Feeling very old
Won't be here to stay
With my son who is bold
Waiting for the day.

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Zebideejones

Me On Stage!!!! www.unforgivenmusic.co.uk
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Zebideejones Art

Branching out...... This one is called... 'Mother of my Children'.
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Built Up

Where with all
The righteous cash
Holders and all
The mightier
Waters splashed folders
Through your
Kids last test cast
And oranges
Half time games passed
I've never seen
You run fast and never
Seen the shard
lean to heaven at last.
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Absence

Sorry I haven't bEen on for a while but I feel that must now change....watch this space....!Z
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The Parlotones Birmingham Last Night

Parlotones

Not much said, but the feather led
The birmingham scroungers
So we are well fed
There's brown town reminders
And carnival sheds
To the hard pumping music
Your Amplified heads
And german fat sausage
And all the accusers
Remind me of uses
The lichfield excuses
A cause for exec
The friendship extends
those you didn't see
But saw the gold rand
Then those of the sea
A wide golden, frond
A silver boy glee
A voice on tv.
A trance and a wand
free slides on the beach
You imagine the Arena
A green screaming screech
You imagine the stalls
There's no challenge otherwise
You originate the call
Muscle, keyboard and stiles
Makeup and jerk
Tattoo, blue telecaster,
Fruitful colour surprise
Your imaginary raster.
The stellar comprised
Of the fun tiny mind
Selfish disguise
So fulsome and kind.
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