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Love Hurts
“Write as you would speak”, I was told one day.
“Oh, no don’t do that”, my Dad would say.
“That would lead to bad grammar and silly mistakes.”
“No it wouldn’t, let her do it her own way for God’s sakes.”
I put pen to paper but came only two words,
The first one was “Love” and the second was “Hurts”.
I looked at those words, each came with deep meaning,
My mind ticked over, my heart was screaming.
“Have you written something yet?” a voice called from beyond.
“No, I don’t want to”, did the young child respond.
“Well, you’d better want to soon”, came the brash reply,
“Don’t make me come up there”, and I started to cry.
This contest meant the world to my Mom and Dad,
If I won they could boast about the great brain I had.
But my brain wouldn’t work now when I needed it most.
“C’mon, hurry up or we’ll miss the last post.
Write something, anything, a few words will do,
If you don’t then forget about our trip to the zoo.”
Please brain, don’t fail me, it’s just you and me.
Love hurts because… because my parents use me.
I’ll win and they’ll say, “We did everything right,
We read her stories and poems before bed each night.
She was reading and writing before she was three,
And that of course is all down to me.”
Oh, give them a sticker that says “Perfect Parent”
Tell the truth I’ll be thinking, but say it I daren’t.
She wasn’t allowed to go out and play
Instead she read Dickens and Milne each day.
Colouring books were banned from our home,
I was told to instead learn a new poem.
Or write a review of my favourite book.
Oh, many a time I felt I was Hook.
I’d been swallowed by a Croc with very sharp teeth,
A bomb tick-tick-ticking deep underneath.
My Mom and my Dad trudged up the stairs,
And I hid my face away from their glares.
Mom snatched the paper from my hand:
Love hurts because my parents use me
To show the world what great parents they are.
Then the world will love my parents in turn,
And that’s the love that hurts me.
“Write as you would speak”, I was told one day.
“Oh, no don’t do that”, my Dad would say.
“That would lead to bad grammar and silly mistakes.”
“No it wouldn’t, let her do it her own way for God’s sakes.”
I put pen to paper but came only two words,
The first one was “Love” and the second was “Hurts”.
I looked at those words, each came with deep meaning,
My mind ticked over, my heart was screaming.
“Have you written something yet?” a voice called from beyond.
“No, I don’t want to”, did the young child respond.
“Well, you’d better want to soon”, came the brash reply,
“Don’t make me come up there”, and I started to cry.
This contest meant the world to my Mom and Dad,
If I won they could boast about the great brain I had.
But my brain wouldn’t work now when I needed it most.
“C’mon, hurry up or we’ll miss the last post.
Write something, anything, a few words will do,
If you don’t then forget about our trip to the zoo.”
Please brain, don’t fail me, it’s just you and me.
Love hurts because… because my parents use me.
I’ll win and they’ll say, “We did everything right,
We read her stories and poems before bed each night.
She was reading and writing before she was three,
And that of course is all down to me.”
Oh, give them a sticker that says “Perfect Parent”
Tell the truth I’ll be thinking, but say it I daren’t.
She wasn’t allowed to go out and play
Instead she read Dickens and Milne each day.
Colouring books were banned from our home,
I was told to instead learn a new poem.
Or write a review of my favourite book.
Oh, many a time I felt I was Hook.
I’d been swallowed by a Croc with very sharp teeth,
A bomb tick-tick-ticking deep underneath.
My Mom and my Dad trudged up the stairs,
And I hid my face away from their glares.
Mom snatched the paper from my hand:
Love hurts because my parents use me
To show the world what great parents they are.
Then the world will love my parents in turn,
And that’s the love that hurts me.
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lol Mr. Happy! Sorry I missed the hearing. I would have pleaded for leniency and you might have only got 1 hour! ;)
*Takes the Stand*
Judge: how do you plead?
Yes your honour, guilty as charged
Judge: Guilty of what?
Guilty of insinuating that the honorable Trish had borrowed her poem from sources anon.
Judge: on what evidence?
Because it used the word Mom
Judge: A little too quick to judge I fear
Yes, indeed, I now see the error of my ways
Judge: Anything to say before I pass sentence?
Yes I would like to apologise for my cynicism and compliment the aforementioned Trish on poeticism of the highest order.
Judge: I do declare you guilty as charged for the crime of defaming the plaintive's better name with accusations unfounded. And for this crime I sentence you to 3 hours of intensive revision.
*gallery lets out audible gasp*
But your honour that means I'll be up till one in the morning
Judge: SILENCE! Now go before I find you in contempt.
Yes your honour.
Judge: how do you plead?
Yes your honour, guilty as charged
Judge: Guilty of what?
Guilty of insinuating that the honorable Trish had borrowed her poem from sources anon.
Judge: on what evidence?
Because it used the word Mom
Judge: A little too quick to judge I fear
Yes, indeed, I now see the error of my ways
Judge: Anything to say before I pass sentence?
Yes I would like to apologise for my cynicism and compliment the aforementioned Trish on poeticism of the highest order.
Judge: I do declare you guilty as charged for the crime of defaming the plaintive's better name with accusations unfounded. And for this crime I sentence you to 3 hours of intensive revision.
*gallery lets out audible gasp*
But your honour that means I'll be up till one in the morning
Judge: SILENCE! Now go before I find you in contempt.
Yes your honour.
Protoss wrote:
> I've only heard rumours but I think he was once one of the most
> loathed users on these forums.
That's putting it mildly. He cheated, got found out, apologised, did it again and again and again, on several different accounts.
> I've only heard rumours but I think he was once one of the most
> loathed users on these forums.
That's putting it mildly. He cheated, got found out, apologised, did it again and again and again, on several different accounts.
thanks for the info Protoss
Trish wrote:
> Yeah, thats me. I posted a couple of my poems there a while ago. And
> who is this Shaneo character then?
I've only heard rumours but I think he was once one of the most loathed users on these forums.
Some kid called football god as well who also had a simular status.
> Yeah, thats me. I posted a couple of my poems there a while ago. And
> who is this Shaneo character then?
I've only heard rumours but I think he was once one of the most loathed users on these forums.
Some kid called football god as well who also had a simular status.
Yeah, thats me. I posted a couple of my poems there a while ago. And who is this Shaneo character then?
Mr. Happy wrote:
>The sole basis on which I thought it might not be yours is that it uses Mom - an americanism - and not many Americans use this site, SR being a UK company and all.
I gave it the google test and it's only online one other place: http://www.xanga.com/ home.asp?user=ghostwriterG [mind the gap]. GhostwriterG's birthday is 1982 so that fits the age profile of most people on the boards: is that you Trish?
Nice poem either way ;~)
...But I mean, God, when did this forum become such a hotbed of paranoia?
>The sole basis on which I thought it might not be yours is that it uses Mom - an americanism - and not many Americans use this site, SR being a UK company and all.
I gave it the google test and it's only online one other place: http://www.xanga.com/ home.asp?user=ghostwriterG [mind the gap]. GhostwriterG's birthday is 1982 so that fits the age profile of most people on the boards: is that you Trish?
Nice poem either way ;~)
...But I mean, God, when did this forum become such a hotbed of paranoia?
That's an ever so slightly flimsy basis to think of it as copied, don't you think? :)
Excellent poem, anyway.
(Hell, lets accuse Trish of being Shaneo as well)
:D
Excellent poem, anyway.
(Hell, lets accuse Trish of being Shaneo as well)
:D
It's cool Mr. Happy. Thanks for the compliment! I used Mom in the poem because I don't like the word Mam and mother didn't really fit very well. My mother being American probably had something to do with it too I'm sure!
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