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July 11 Veggie StyleVEGGIE STYLE
No rabbit stew, no Turkey too
No lambs that were a jumping
I realise now that that tasty cow
Around my body pumping
Cholestrol fat no good is that
No good for beating heart
Iv`e heard it said I`ll end up dead
and the earth I`ll be a part.
Good old veg and leaves from hedge
And flowers I `ll have to chew
Or eat mung beans or good ole greens
Or try the ole tofu
There`s lots to eat to keep ya neat
And your body will feel like new
And if ya fail you can eat a snail
or a good ole veggie stew.
But what becomes of the animals now
If I dont eat their flesh
They will over populate the world
And will we end up in a mess
I`ll leave the rest to a greater power
And To animals be more kind
No longer put them on my plate
And pigs can keep their rhind.
So your a bean, is that red or green?
I am a has bean but no more
I have shaken of the animal life
And am sailing down veggie shore
I eat from the fields all that it yields
But the pancakes you can just keep
The cows they provide all the grass does derive
And the smell makes me fall in a heap
Goodbye tasty bunny I am changing to honey
As the bees they weave just for me
They make sweetness so natural
It`s quite satisfactial
So I can flavour my first cup of tea
Goodbye to the animals the herd of the fields
And goodbye to great wondering beast`s
I bid you farewell as you drink from the well
I shall go now and leave you in peace.
©
s gray..(w) June 25 The Rotten EggPHHWWWOOAAARR!!!
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I am a rotton eggy
And my colour rather green
I smell just like a sailors trump
Thats eaten loads of beans.
My shell is hard as Iron
And I seep a deadly gas
That creeps all round and up ya nose
Smells like it comes from ass.
Ron cooked me for a Sunday lunch
To present me on a plate
With a bit of bread and butter
And Vee opened me up to late
She tapped the spoon upon my head
To try and make me crack
I seeped just like a skunk does
And I nearly knocked her back.
"Ron you are a bugger"!!!!
She shouts back through the door
"This egg is really rotten
And It knocked me back upon the floor
Its foaming at its bloody mouth
Its yoke is deadly green
It stinks just like a sailors fart
The worst colour ever seen
Its put me off my Sunday Lunch
It`s made me feel quite ill
Just forget about my sunday lunch And hand to me my pill.
And just as Ron came through the door
Which was a little late
Old eggy smiled a devlish smile
And jumped up of his plate.
He walked through door with funny look
And a little devlish grin
And up he jumped from ground below
And landed in the bin.
sylvia gray
June 22 NO ROOMPLEASE TURN ON THE VIDEO
No Room At The Inn
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Well Lass `eres me story
That I jus `ave ta tell
The angels up in `eaven
They called out bloody `ell!!
Ta see me standing at `t gate
All dressed in robes of white
They `id behind `t biggest cloud
And nearly died wi fright.
get back down on yonders plane!!!
Your time as not yet come
To early for receiving
I said It`s alright fer some!!!!!
So me wings they were`nt quite ready
But they see I had grown horns
I told `em I `ad `ad `em
From start `t day was born.
So the master said just tek ya choice
I think it`s only fair
Its go back down, or other place
But it bloody hot down there
So I came back on my own accord
Until my time is come
I dont fancy climbing down `t stairs
In case I sinje me bum.
So I`m back ta stay just for awhile
Until they get me wings
Dont fancy dining with `t devil
Amongst all other things.
© s gray
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