It's a bit of a hereditary problem.
My father is grateful.
my mother is grateful,
And my dog is grateful.
So, almost by default,
I am too.
I am grateful that my family's grateful.
I'm so grateful that my family's
grateful enough to make me greatful.
So grateful for the love.
So grateful for the turkey.
And so, so damn grateful,
Indeed,
Always truly,
For my dog.
Can't get into my creative strory-writing mood today! On the other hand, I found a massive website full of funny poems. Funny, as in vulgar. They amuse me. It makes me want to try writing again!
A gentleman from Surrey
Ate too much hot, Indian curry
It was just like a hit
When he shouted: "Oh, shit"
And ran to the loo in a hurry
Ate too much hot, Indian curry
It was just like a hit
When he shouted: "Oh, shit"
And ran to the loo in a hurry
-Anita V
Winter is here and a grouch
It's a time when you sneeze and you slouch
You can't take your women
Out canoein' or swimmin'
But there's a lot you can do on the couch!
It's a time when you sneeze and you slouch
You can't take your women
Out canoein' or swimmin'
But there's a lot you can do on the couch!
-Doc'
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