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Well I know I only pop in and out now you guys, But I thought I would shuv this poem I wrote the other day on here - its a true story. It freaked me WELL out! Its totally wacky and not my usual, but man was i weirded out in a 'cuckoooooo' way. Much love la ginge x
Freaky retro afro guy
It’s snowing,
I’m following freaky retro guy,
He is freaky
Because it’s snowing and
The dude is wearing
Flares -
Corduroy brown flares
With a swirly vintage shirt
Underneath another fancy shirt
Underneath a brown patterned patented
Jacket and
It’s snowing.
I’m wearing
Jeans and a top and a jumper
And a scarf with leather gloves
And a woolly hat
Covered by the hood of my Eskimo
Coat!
It’s snowing
And the DUDE
Is wearing this vintage outfit
With wild hair bobbing up and down
Whilst snow is lodging in between his fro
He bobs as he walks
In his retro wear with his trainers!
In one hand freaky retro guy
Carries a plastic bag
With two pints of milk and apples
Two pints of milk and apples and a retro jacket
And a bob and earphones in his ears..
And its snowing.
Little white particles
Pouring from the sky,
You can feel them melting on your
Cheeks
That are iced over,
But freaky retro guy is bobbing
Bobbing along like its
1980 and its sunny.
To my left snow is settling between
Two football goals
The path is wet and sludgy
But there is a tall
Frizzy haired retro guy
Carrying a bag of apples and a two pinter
Listening to music
Wiping his glasses free of snow drops.
As he wipes he realises someone
Is behind him.. still
Now I am no stalker
I am walking home,
Its snowing -
But he is freaked by me
Me in my jacket and hat and gloves
And him with his fro, and corduroy pants
So he crosses..
Looking me in the eyes as if to say
'GET BACK, GET BACK'
So he turns one way
I turn the other
And i watch his afro bob between bushes
And I go home.
Freaky retro afro guy
It’s snowing,
I’m following freaky retro guy,
He is freaky
Because it’s snowing and
The dude is wearing
Flares -
Corduroy brown flares
With a swirly vintage shirt
Underneath another fancy shirt
Underneath a brown patterned patented
Jacket and
It’s snowing.
I’m wearing
Jeans and a top and a jumper
And a scarf with leather gloves
And a woolly hat
Covered by the hood of my Eskimo
Coat!
It’s snowing
And the DUDE
Is wearing this vintage outfit
With wild hair bobbing up and down
Whilst snow is lodging in between his fro
He bobs as he walks
In his retro wear with his trainers!
In one hand freaky retro guy
Carries a plastic bag
With two pints of milk and apples
Two pints of milk and apples and a retro jacket
And a bob and earphones in his ears..
And its snowing.
Little white particles
Pouring from the sky,
You can feel them melting on your
Cheeks
That are iced over,
But freaky retro guy is bobbing
Bobbing along like its
1980 and its sunny.
To my left snow is settling between
Two football goals
The path is wet and sludgy
But there is a tall
Frizzy haired retro guy
Carrying a bag of apples and a two pinter
Listening to music
Wiping his glasses free of snow drops.
As he wipes he realises someone
Is behind him.. still
Now I am no stalker
I am walking home,
Its snowing -
But he is freaked by me
Me in my jacket and hat and gloves
And him with his fro, and corduroy pants
So he crosses..
Looking me in the eyes as if to say
'GET BACK, GET BACK'
So he turns one way
I turn the other
And i watch his afro bob between bushes
And I go home.
That was different, made me smile :)
Wish you'd post more often miss.
Wish you'd post more often miss.
Cycloon wrote:
> It was just so obviously irreverant and none of that 'I h8 my
> life/emotional power crap' that most of us, me included, churn out.
Thats why I enjoyed it, I have struggled alot last 4 months or so and my supposed theraputic writing of depressing things becomes monotomous and even makes you look at writing as a droning psychological therapy!
This made me laugh when i was walking and I thought 'I gotta get this down on paper to try remember this guy..'
> It was just so obviously irreverant and none of that 'I h8 my
> life/emotional power crap' that most of us, me included, churn out.
Thats why I enjoyed it, I have struggled alot last 4 months or so and my supposed theraputic writing of depressing things becomes monotomous and even makes you look at writing as a droning psychological therapy!
This made me laugh when i was walking and I thought 'I gotta get this down on paper to try remember this guy..'
It was just so obviously irreverant and none of that 'I h8 my life/emotional power crap' that most of us, me included, churn out.
Well dude - if its you hands down you ROCK!
I glad you liked it cycloon I was waiting for a barage of abuse - it was fun!
Man i am on serious look out for him!
I glad you liked it cycloon I was waiting for a barage of abuse - it was fun!
Man i am on serious look out for him!
I liked that
yes indeedy, must have been me.
Well I know I only pop in and out now you guys, But I thought I would shuv this poem I wrote the other day on here - its a true story. It freaked me WELL out! Its totally wacky and not my usual, but man was i weirded out in a 'cuckoooooo' way. Much love la ginge x
Freaky retro afro guy
It’s snowing,
I’m following freaky retro guy,
He is freaky
Because it’s snowing and
The dude is wearing
Flares -
Corduroy brown flares
With a swirly vintage shirt
Underneath another fancy shirt
Underneath a brown patterned patented
Jacket and
It’s snowing.
I’m wearing
Jeans and a top and a jumper
And a scarf with leather gloves
And a woolly hat
Covered by the hood of my Eskimo
Coat!
It’s snowing
And the DUDE
Is wearing this vintage outfit
With wild hair bobbing up and down
Whilst snow is lodging in between his fro
He bobs as he walks
In his retro wear with his trainers!
In one hand freaky retro guy
Carries a plastic bag
With two pints of milk and apples
Two pints of milk and apples and a retro jacket
And a bob and earphones in his ears..
And its snowing.
Little white particles
Pouring from the sky,
You can feel them melting on your
Cheeks
That are iced over,
But freaky retro guy is bobbing
Bobbing along like its
1980 and its sunny.
To my left snow is settling between
Two football goals
The path is wet and sludgy
But there is a tall
Frizzy haired retro guy
Carrying a bag of apples and a two pinter
Listening to music
Wiping his glasses free of snow drops.
As he wipes he realises someone
Is behind him.. still
Now I am no stalker
I am walking home,
Its snowing -
But he is freaked by me
Me in my jacket and hat and gloves
And him with his fro, and corduroy pants
So he crosses..
Looking me in the eyes as if to say
'GET BACK, GET BACK'
So he turns one way
I turn the other
And i watch his afro bob between bushes
And I go home.
Freaky retro afro guy
It’s snowing,
I’m following freaky retro guy,
He is freaky
Because it’s snowing and
The dude is wearing
Flares -
Corduroy brown flares
With a swirly vintage shirt
Underneath another fancy shirt
Underneath a brown patterned patented
Jacket and
It’s snowing.
I’m wearing
Jeans and a top and a jumper
And a scarf with leather gloves
And a woolly hat
Covered by the hood of my Eskimo
Coat!
It’s snowing
And the DUDE
Is wearing this vintage outfit
With wild hair bobbing up and down
Whilst snow is lodging in between his fro
He bobs as he walks
In his retro wear with his trainers!
In one hand freaky retro guy
Carries a plastic bag
With two pints of milk and apples
Two pints of milk and apples and a retro jacket
And a bob and earphones in his ears..
And its snowing.
Little white particles
Pouring from the sky,
You can feel them melting on your
Cheeks
That are iced over,
But freaky retro guy is bobbing
Bobbing along like its
1980 and its sunny.
To my left snow is settling between
Two football goals
The path is wet and sludgy
But there is a tall
Frizzy haired retro guy
Carrying a bag of apples and a two pinter
Listening to music
Wiping his glasses free of snow drops.
As he wipes he realises someone
Is behind him.. still
Now I am no stalker
I am walking home,
Its snowing -
But he is freaked by me
Me in my jacket and hat and gloves
And him with his fro, and corduroy pants
So he crosses..
Looking me in the eyes as if to say
'GET BACK, GET BACK'
So he turns one way
I turn the other
And i watch his afro bob between bushes
And I go home.