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Biscuits

Biscuits
It will take time to adjust to this new reality
There will be good days and bad days on the way
Along with other pre-discerned times unmentionable
Where life will be Mad Max esque and totally lawless
What will I do at such times and what will life do to me?
Tea and biscuits with pals or robbing banks with sawn offs?
Or both...
 

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lifebiscuitssurreal

The Jaffa Cake Controversy

Part One - Unforgivable
 
Beyond all rhyme and reason
Utterly beyond the pale
To be denounced in any season
A complete and utter FAIL
 
Eleven million watched in awe
Some driven to rage and shock
So many scarred by what they saw
But you can't turn back the clock
 
'Twas the graceless act of a savage
Of an ogre and a fool
Before he causes any more damage
Let's send him ba...

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biscuitscakes

Cold April Days

He thinks the sun is rude
for blaring into his day;
She is simply happier
when couched in her mumbles of grey
 
Curtains drawn, blinds down
They have their blinkers on
They leave the paths untrodden
While the world chokes out a song
 
Their confinement is not a prison though
It's a choice that they embrace
They know the Earth keeps turning
At its' baffling, blurring pace
 
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garibaldi

I was walking

Behind a girl

She was accosted

By a tramp

Who asked her

For some change

The girl stopped

And said to the tramp

To wait there

While she went into the shop

I stood back

Sensing a poem

Unfolding

Like a flower in the rain

The girl emerged

With a pack of biscuits

And a coffee

And gave them to the tramp

Who promptly threw them

On the...

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