Poem For My Mother

Lisa Syratt, where do I begin?

I won’t thank you for the Goggin chin.

But I’ll say cheers for other things,

Now I’m gonna pull at your heart strings.

You’ve been my Mum now for many years,

We have shared many laughs and some tears.

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Daily Prompt: “It’s our party we can love who we want”

The challenge: To take the third line of the last song I heard, make it my post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. 

The Last Song I heard: We can’t stop by Miley Cyrus

The Third Line: “It’s our party we can love who we want”

Miley Cryus

Poem:

Is that true with the threat of pregnancies,

Unwanted trouser nits and STD’s,

And sex in the most awful locations.

Not to mention awkward conversations,

When you realise you have bedded a mate,

Which after a few vodkas sounded great.

A party just isn’t the place to hump,

Even if she has got the greatest rump.

So the next time you feel the need to mate,

How about you arrange a proper date?

Challenge Link: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/29/daily-prompt-speed/

Daily Prompt: Street Superstar

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She thinks she is the next superstar,

standing there with her acoustic guitar.

But she’s just a young girl far from home,

a diva queen without her throne.

Stood between Tesco and Poundland,

her stage today is far from grand.

But maybe one day she will make it big,

and land her very own O2 gig.

But our street superstar will have to wait,

as only time will reveal her fate.

She could be the next X Factor winner,

or just another street corner singer.

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My Nan’s Birthday Poem

In this room is a Grandmother,

superior to any other.

Seventy years of age is she,

though looking more like twenty-three.

The secret to her youthful glow,

is Tuesday’s keep fit class, you know.

Her Benfleet home immaculately neat,

(as long as the dogs wipe their feet)

you’re always welcome to visit,

“Tea? Milk, one sugar is it?”

Impossible to get thinner,

as she’ll always cook you dinner,

banana loaf, shortbread or cake.

She does love to cook and to bake.

Her secret to a happy marriage,

to buy her husband a large garage,

lock him away with his train set,

50 years of quiet you should get.

So raise your glasses and shout hear, hear,

to celebrate her 70th year.

Happy Birthday Enid, Mum or Nan!

Love from Amelie, your biggest fan.