Quizzes & Puzzles2 mins ago
afternoon answerbankers
66 Answers
this is a do what you like thread tell a joke
post your fav poem
share a memory ............whatever you like
over to you !!! x
post your fav poem
share a memory ............whatever you like
over to you !!! x
Answers
Best Answer
No best answer has yet been selected by zzxxee. Once a best answer has been selected, it will be shown here.
For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.
A romantic poem for you then zzxxee
I woke to the sound of breathing, None but I were in the room.
I heard its susurration, In the early gloom
I heard the faintest heartbeat
When I closed my eyes against the day
It was though I heard you sleeping
A hundred miles away
I sent my spirit flying along the sound’s sweet track
I sent a kiss, a whisper, knowing it would not come back
I heard your dream self answer
I heard your gentle sigh
I felt your heartbeat quicken
Knowing I was nigh
I woke to the sound of breathing, before the light of day
And the soft sound of your heartbeat a hundred miles away
I woke to the sound of breathing, None but I were in the room.
I heard its susurration, In the early gloom
I heard the faintest heartbeat
When I closed my eyes against the day
It was though I heard you sleeping
A hundred miles away
I sent my spirit flying along the sound’s sweet track
I sent a kiss, a whisper, knowing it would not come back
I heard your dream self answer
I heard your gentle sigh
I felt your heartbeat quicken
Knowing I was nigh
I woke to the sound of breathing, before the light of day
And the soft sound of your heartbeat a hundred miles away
because it will soon be here
dEAR Father Christmas
Please send me
A different family to sit round the tree
A sister who cooks and sips at her wine
Who sets a beautiful table when we sit to dine
A man of the house who does not belch or fart
Or has raised noisy snoring to the status of art
Don’t send A mother who’ll shift gallons of port
And sees Christmas time as Competitive sport
Don’t send me Cousins with hankies and socks
That have been doing the rounds since before there were clocks
Send Elderly Aunties who don’t wee in bed
Who help with the cooking and clearing instead
Send me some children Angelic and sweet,
The sort who’ll make green Every mum in my street
Send me a granddad with a real santa face
And a granny whose teeth stay in the right place
Who doesn’t wear makeup and skirts to her elbow
And only drinks snowballs from my best crystal glass
Send me dog that will sleep by the fire
That doesn’t slobber or dribble Or show legs his desire
A cat who just never would lick his own bum
And Snow fresh and clean Not slushy grey scum
Send me a Christmas with a family fit
Better still send me away out of it.
dEAR Father Christmas
Please send me
A different family to sit round the tree
A sister who cooks and sips at her wine
Who sets a beautiful table when we sit to dine
A man of the house who does not belch or fart
Or has raised noisy snoring to the status of art
Don’t send A mother who’ll shift gallons of port
And sees Christmas time as Competitive sport
Don’t send me Cousins with hankies and socks
That have been doing the rounds since before there were clocks
Send Elderly Aunties who don’t wee in bed
Who help with the cooking and clearing instead
Send me some children Angelic and sweet,
The sort who’ll make green Every mum in my street
Send me a granddad with a real santa face
And a granny whose teeth stay in the right place
Who doesn’t wear makeup and skirts to her elbow
And only drinks snowballs from my best crystal glass
Send me dog that will sleep by the fire
That doesn’t slobber or dribble Or show legs his desire
A cat who just never would lick his own bum
And Snow fresh and clean Not slushy grey scum
Send me a Christmas with a family fit
Better still send me away out of it.
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
