Tag: poem
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Sunday A day of rest Maybe breakfast in bed But if you live with a toddler Less so
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Dry January Might still be easier than Veganuary I could manage without beer But I’ll always need ice-cream
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Dry January? I’m not even ready to Try January!
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Back to work today No time to write anything More than this haiku
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Christmas is over But like Santa I’ll remain Jolly and quite fat
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On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me A reality check, “Christmas is over Now take down the bloody tree!”
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The Christmas presents have long been unwrapped And the tree has seen better days But still the Twixmas party goes onThough it all seems a…
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When my daughter asks For another chocolate I always say no Because like all good parents I’ve already scoffed the lot
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Christmas Day is over But it Christmas isn’t gone Because the house is full of festive food So the party must go on I really…
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When writing haikus I use humane practices To count syllables
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Of course we all knew That the lockdown in England Would end in tiers
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Friday Working week done Weekend begins at last Though perhaps not restful becauseToddler
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Hope springs eternal But hope does not really help To pay the mortgage
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Blog posts aren’t happy They don’t have any feelings But they are content
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I wrote this haiku To maintain a schedule but It has no value
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Making bad choices Is so much more fulfilling If you embrace them
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Sometimes I worry About repeating myself Also I worry About repeating myself But it’s probably not true
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Knowledge Is not power Convincing others that You have knowledge when you don’t is Power
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This morning Without warning I fell over while I was yawning It was quite a trip Perhaps more of a slip And I hurt my…
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Compared to nothing It is not always true that Something is better
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Effort Overrated No point in trying hard No reason to get out of bed Give up
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Some people worry About Friday the thirteenth But I will not let Triskaidekaphobia Ruin that Friday feeling
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A lockdown Monday Might be unlike most Mondays But it’s still Monday
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Today is Sunday And I wrote this on Sunday But not this Sunday
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It is Saturday But I can’t go anywhere And it’s November
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Fridays I stay at home But that is out of choice So I resent being told I can’t Go out
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It is, in England The final day of freedom And I’m stuck in work Tomorrow when lockdown startsI will still be stuck in work
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Now the world has again gone berserk It is no longer ok to lurk Within public places Or see friendly faces But it is still…
James Proclaims! 