Ladies Prayer
Now I lay me
Down to sleep.
I pray the lord
My shape to keep.
Please no wrinkles
Please no bags
And please lift my butt
Before it sags.
Please no age spots
Please no gray
And as for my belly,
Please take it away
Please keep me healthy
Please keep me young,
And thank you Dear Lord
for all that you've done
Its National Poetry Day today
A friend is like a flower,a rose to be exact,Or maybe like a brand new gatethat never comes unlatched.A friend is like an owl,both beautiful and wise.Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,whose spirit never dies.A friend is like a heart that goesstrong until the end.Where would we be in this worldif we didn't have a friend
Look at me go I'm riding a bicycleIt's so much more funThan that small little tricycleI go up the drivewayAnd then I turn backIt isn't so hardI think I've got the knackThe feel of the windOn my face i quite likeNothing compares to it-Rinding my bike
I've got a bike
you can ride it if you like
its got a basket
a bell
that rings and things and makes it look good
I know a mouse and
he hasnt got a house
i dont know why i call him Gerald
he's getting very old
but he;s a good mouse
• My fear is real as I study the dropIt took me an eon to get to the topMy hair and swimsuit still drip from the last rideI wouldn't concede without dad by my sideWe made it a game so I wouldn't have doubtThe Jedis are counting on me to help outDarth Vader, the Emperor, and storm troopers fightOnly my courage will end this dark plightI take a deep breath to dispell all my nervesIt doesn't relax, but the purpose it servesWith eyes shut tight I rush down the slideIt's amazingly long, but not very wideI think I'm home free as my fear turns to gleeHalf the way down, Dad is yelling to meI think all the worst that could happen is through Until Dad's words reach me,"May the shorts be with you!"
Oh cursed bra why do you pinch me so?
I should have burned you long ago for sure,
And thong that into very flesh doth grow,
How much more will my form have to endure?
Pinched, pushed and sliced are my youthful curves,
My feet walk on the stilts of six inch heels,
My feet are killing me so are my nerves,
We suffer this, for this to males appeals.
Bring me my sloppy sweater long and wide,
Pajamas that exceed five times my size,
And naked underneath I am with pride,
How sweet the breeze that whispers round my thighs.
So burn your bras, and thongs throw in the bin,
Renounce this blessed freedom is a sin.
Riding My BikeMy wheels don’t seem to touch the roadAs I fly through the wind.When I look down,The road flashes by.When I look up,The world is slow motion again,And I swerve a corner,Almost floating.
Written by Anna Williams at age 10
Hey WN, thats really good for a 10 year old..... beautifully written.
Oh and full marks for the star wars themes in your poem above!! I approve very much!!
Dear
Santa
All
I want for Christmas is a pair of nice young men,
A football team . League or Union . I don't mind,
A determined man with plenty of gysm,
Broad shoulders. Hairy chest. And a tight behind.
Dear
Santa,
I
promise that I won't hurt them,
I just have a few games I'd like to play,
They'll be well fed and cared for. Truly appreciated,
And I'll return them to you on New Year's Day.
But
Dear Santa,
If
you can't provide any of the above,
Dear Santa. You've got such a kindly face,
Just harness up your reindeer to your sleigh Dear,
And drop on over . I'll be waiting at my place.
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