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The Shopping GameNow think about it
Take your time
Was it lemon?
or was it lime?
I know I want
some batter mix
But was it cornflakes
or wheetabix?
I also need
a loaf of bread
But was it thick or thin?
she said
Washing up liquid
Mild shampoo
Toilet rolls
for the loo
Ham,butter
a slab of cheese
Tomato soup
a tin of peas
Now have I got
everything
Ah! Onions but
Spanish or spring?
What a to do
this shopping game
I hope she don’t
send me again
I suppose
I enjoyed it though
Maybe next time
I will goby William A Edge
Habital EatingIt isn’t very nice
In fact it’s very rude
To leave the table
Whilst others are eating foodYou should take it easy
Give your food time to digest
And don’t be forgetting
We have another guestIt’s not a competition
It is not a race
So why do you gobble
When feeding your faceWhy do you swallow
Why can’t you chew
Your liable to choke
And I wont know what to doI can not understand
Why you eat so fast
You’ll get indigestion
Like you have done in the pastThen you’ll blame the food
When it isn’t that at all
Complain about chest pains
And drive me up the WallPlease heed this warning
And take your time
Just like normal people do
When sitting down to dineby William A Edge
don’t ya get lonely on this ikkle thread William…??
Not really ,I was falling out with to many people ,so I just post my poetry now ,it has had over 1200 reads so I think folks must lookin.
Love William xxx
ASHAMEDI did not know that it was wrong
Well my Mother came along
Dad put his hand under my vest
With his fingers stroked my chest
Then opened up my legs wide
And shoved his thing up inside
How how it hurt me so
I thought it love ,I did not know
Now I’m nearly twenty eight
I know it was wrong , but its to late
I scrub myself clean each day
But can not wipe the guilt away
I feel so dirty and ashamed
Call me Miss ‘X’, I will not be namedby William A Edge
Hoosier Princess (still looking)Now I’m in New Castle
Where is my Princess
I’ve heard she’s fond of animals
So I’ll start there I guess
No 11 Midway Drive
An Animal shelter I have found
I wonder if they know her
Maybe she’s around
No I did not find her
But I almost lost my heart
Such lovely cats and dogs
I found it hard to depart
There’s a beautiful dog
Named Boo Boo Bear
I had to turn away
Didn’t show I care
And Lhana a cat
With sparkling eyes
I could take no more
I said my good byes
I explained to the owners
I had no address
I’m in your New Castle
To find my Princessby William A Edge
think ya should delete ur ashamed poem… William… very bad taste..
Are you saying we should close our eye’s to abuse Mary , in my opinion it should be writen and talked about to make the abusers feel guilty and make those who don’t realise its wrong ,understand that it is not acceptable , I have spent many years of my life couseling those who have been abused , I think they should be heard in whatever form.
Love William xxx@william_a_edge wrote:
Are you saying we should close our eye’s to abuse Mary , in my opinion it should be writen and talked about to make the abusers feel guilty and make those who don’t realise its wrong ,understand that it is not acceptable , I have spent many years of my life couseling those who have been abused , I think they should be heard in whatever form.
Love William xxxno…. i certainly am not saying that…
but if what you say is true… you spent years of your life counciling… are you not betraying their trust in your poem..??
and should it not be their words and poems, and bad experiences them penning it, not through your words n poem inwhich you learned through counciling…. !!! seems very wrong to me.
My TrekAt the end of my trek
I feel tired and weary
The entrance to the inn
is so dark and eerie
I feel cold air
as I enter the hall
Dreary paintings
hanging on each wall
Threes a large portrait
at the top of the stair
The eyes seem to follow
me everywhere
Now comes the owner
of this forsaken place
A man with a limp
and a scar on his face
He shows me my room
smells damp and musty
Cobwebs in each corner
furniture all dusty
But the four poster beds
a refreshing sight
The pillows all fluffed up
the sheets pure white
Tossing and turning
I just can not sleep
I hear taps on the window
floorboards seem to creak
Before I know it
the cock crows dawn
The sun shines through curtains
all tattered and worn
Down for breakfast
seems I’m served by a ghost
With tea ,boiled eggs
butter and toast
Slip on my boots
walk out of the door
Breathe in the fresh air
start walking once moreby William A Edge
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