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When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She sits in my Dad’s chair
Sucking in on cancer sticks
Blowing grey disease everywhere
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll cough and splutter and start to speak
She’ll ask, “How are you my dear?”
Her scent an ashtray, lavender reek
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll brag about her Caravan
and bring with her my ‘Uncle’ Ron
Her small and witty un-wed man
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll hug you with her yellow fingers
and laugh furiously with a one-lunged voice
But when she’s gone the smoke still lingers
She sits in my Dad’s chair
Sucking in on cancer sticks
Blowing grey disease everywhere
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll cough and splutter and start to speak
She’ll ask, “How are you my dear?”
Her scent an ashtray, lavender reek
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll brag about her Caravan
and bring with her my ‘Uncle’ Ron
Her small and witty un-wed man
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll hug you with her yellow fingers
and laugh furiously with a one-lunged voice
But when she’s gone the smoke still lingers
It was a lil poem about my Grandma coming to visit, nothing special, just bored and trying a different style. It sounded like the sort of thing you'd write in year 6 though.
"Go on children, write about when your grandma comes to visit"
"Go on children, write about when your grandma comes to visit"
Yes . . .
Good Poem.
Yep - that's all I could say. I'm a man of many words.
Yep - that's all I could say. I'm a man of many words.
um.........
She sounds yummy.
*Lickage*
Suicide sticks > cancer sticks
*Lickage*
Suicide sticks > cancer sticks
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She sits in my Dad’s chair
Sucking in on cancer sticks
Blowing grey disease everywhere
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll cough and splutter and start to speak
She’ll ask, “How are you my dear?”
Her scent an ashtray, lavender reek
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll brag about her Caravan
and bring with her my ‘Uncle’ Ron
Her small and witty un-wed man
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll hug you with her yellow fingers
and laugh furiously with a one-lunged voice
But when she’s gone the smoke still lingers
She sits in my Dad’s chair
Sucking in on cancer sticks
Blowing grey disease everywhere
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll cough and splutter and start to speak
She’ll ask, “How are you my dear?”
Her scent an ashtray, lavender reek
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll brag about her Caravan
and bring with her my ‘Uncle’ Ron
Her small and witty un-wed man
When Smokey Doris comes to visit
She’ll hug you with her yellow fingers
and laugh furiously with a one-lunged voice
But when she’s gone the smoke still lingers