“Anything is good if it’s made of chocolate” Jo Brand
My Little Piece of Chocolate Heaven
There is just
something about you
I am in lust
And only for you
I am finding it impossible
to stay away
Highly improbable
Anything would keep me at bay
I lost you
Luckily
I found you
My little bit of Heaven
By sweet sweet
I am up to seven
My one and only treat
My sweet chocolate bar
In a serial package
You didn’t venture too far
When I was tracking
“Watch out for the ledge, you might just fall, down!?” Gun Roswell
Look down, now!
Quick, look down!
Look down right now
Now, you see it?
It? What is it you mean?
Do you mean the ocean?
Ocean as blue as the sky?
The sky, so very high
High as is this drop down
Down, way down to the bottom
The bottom of the pit
The pit, which in you fall
Fall, and never up crawl
Crawl as hard as you may
May you forever down there stay
Stay until the rapture
The rapture?
What if the rapture is something nice?
Nice, as a slice of pie?
A pie you can enjoy
Enjoy just like this pit
This pit, where I now sit
Sit until the end
The end of times
Times which are so great
Great as the ocean wide
Wide as this beach here
Here in the pit
The pit, where I now sit
I see what you are trying to pull
Pull it real hard, as I am no fool
Fool enough though, to sink
Sink to the very pit
The pit which in you now sit
Sit together we will
Until the end of times
“Doctor, doctor! There is way too much blood in my caffeine system!” Gun Roswell
There is always time, for one more cup of Coffee
Coffee, extra large cup, black!
That is simply, the matter of fact
Enjoy it while still hot
Right there, on the double and on, the spot
If you really need something cooling
Then with coffee, there is no fooling
Try it as you will, as a cool large frappé
Or then, even as a milk sullen latte
Coffee, truly and never, ever fails
Even when it all sometimes so badly, ails
“The birds are taking over the world, just like in that movie! Hey, that is just fine!” Gun Roswell
Two of geese a-walking
On the eleventh day of May
What comes suddenly my way?
Two geese a-walking
And their really slowly walking
I am thinking they are stalking
But I try to ignore them
As I am quietly walking
Into my phone I am talking
But I fear they’re still walking
And at me they’re really gawking
I am getting nervous
This song is not so funny
And it’s not even x-mas
Please I try to hurry
And not much to worry
Then i start up running
Are they still me following?
In self-pity and doubt I’m wallowing
Are they going to kill me
Am I going to be their dinner
But I don’’t eat meat
So it’s not a good defeat
I can clearly see it
Just some bones soon left
Then I run even faster
Maybe try to out last ‘em
Now this road is ending
No more time for me spending
On this stupid poem
Which turned out to be a song
With the two of birds
Birds of something something
Of the two geese a walking
“God could not be everywhere,
and therefore he made mothers”
Rudyard Kipling
Mother
A Mother is pretty
A Mother is witty
A Mother is sometimes shitty
A Mother is all knowing
A Mother is easy going
A Mother is exploding
A Mother is loving
A Mother is giving
A Mother is bluffing
A Mother is organized
A Mother is stylized
A Mother is sometimes unwise
A Mother is, simply my Mother
“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell
One cat with a flare
Nonchalant
I don’t care
If you sit there and stare
I don’t care
My time has no spare
I don’t care
I know I got the flare
I don’t care
For I am more important
Than anyone there
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho
Porvoo old town and surroundings 3
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho
Porvoo old town and surroundings 2
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr
Porvoo old town and surroundings 1
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
Listen to the poll
And take little stroll
Pick up a doll
And do a little dance
Take a chance
On the wide expanse
Of the historic streets
Of Porvoo
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