Tag: art
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Poem: St Nick Stuck
St Nick Stuck There is an old man named St Nick. Whose middle has become quite thick. Down the flue he drops. Then suddenly stops. Eat too many cookies you’ll stick. June Nash If Santa got stuck in your chimney last night, be a sport and help him out so he can finish his deliveries.…
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Poem: Daylight Savings Crime
Daylight Savings Crime Twice per year we change the time. This law we have seems a crime. Internal clocks remain same. Crazy time practice is blame, Accidents, at work and home. As muddle brained people roam. Foggy brain clouds need to clear. Lets keep same time the whole year . June Nash
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Poem: Compromise or Compromised
Compromise or Compromised To compromise, meet on common ground. Committed to change, both parties bound . That is how I thought it would be. I thought that, it was silly of me. You cannot change, your way critical. I must change, that would be practical. For you yes, but I suffer dearly. I lose self,…
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Poem: Is Halloween Dead?
Is Halloween Dead? Trick or treat, the night is dead. Not one kid here to be fed. It’s not ghosts nor spooks that scare. Must be crime makes them beware. I, when young, through streets would run. Could not wait, for setting of sun. Trick or treat, the sport has changed. In control, parties arranged.…
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Poem: I’m A Weed
I’m A Weed – I’m a weed, hearty and strong. Went to school, didn’t belong. Teachers want us pruned and tamed. Tried to heed. To sit still aimed. – I’m a weed. My roots grew strong. Teachers said ‘Doing it wrong!’. Pushing through, inquisitive. Weeds, it seems, quite intrusive. – I’m a weed, once a…
June Nash 