Thrill of anticipation
Hating you have to wait
It’s gonna be tremendous
Really, really great.
It’s bound to be worth waiting
You’ve got it all planned out
Will meet your expectations
Of that there is no doubt.
No room for disappointment
It’s bound to go to plan
Awful if it doesn’t
Your hopes all down the pan.
Sometimes anticipation’s
As good as it will get
You get the most enjoyment
For what’s not happened yet.
via ANTICIPATION
Here’s to Camaraderie
Making common cause
Comrades joining forces
Without a seconds pause.
All out for our comrades
Join up with our mates
Unity of purpose
Together we are great.
Working for each other
Helping others out
Voices join a chorus
United, hear us shout.
A twig is easily broken
A bunch of twigs is not
United in a friendship
To never be forgot.
via Camaraderie
It’s a hoax, a scam, a total fix
Surprised that you could fall for this.
The claims are false, a pack of lies
Youd walk away if you were wise.
He’s always doing stuff like this
You ought to give the guy a miss.
Don’t be fooled get taken in
Or listen to the likes of him.
He’s always on the look for fools
Gullible the ones he’ll choose.
Give me a break
For goodness sake.
It ain’t the truth.
It’s just a hoax.
via Hoax
Why did today’s word of the day remind me of Brexit? 19 million voted for Brexit and 18 million voted against.
Remainers
The people spoke and some were heard
But some were not and they’re still cross.
Some eighteen million were ignored.
The people spoke; not all were heard.
They will pretend we all concurred.
But some still say, ‘Who speaks for us?’
The people spoke and some were heard
But some were not and they’re still cross.
Some eighteen million were ignored
So forty eight per cent were cross.
The people spoke not all were heard.
For eighteen million were ignored.
And can’t accept what has occurred.
The Brexit vote divided us.
For eighteen million were ignored.
And forty eight per cent are cross.
Where is there now to place a cross
For those who ask, ‘Who speaks for us’
And grieve the referendum lost?
Where is there now to place their cross
For those who feel a sense of loss?
Remainers ask, ‘Who speaks for us?’
And plot where now place to their cross
Their question now, ‘Who speaks for us?’
via Moiety
My crest has totally fallen
I’m down and out depressed
All those little problems
I never quite addressed.
I’d kind of got my hopes up
But now they’re totally dashed
It wasn’t meant to be like this
My big ambition crushed.
I was so near the summit
I thought I reached the crest
It seems there is another slope
So can’t let up or rest.
There is no sense in moping
You’ll not get anywhere
Dust yourself off and carry on
The prize will still be there.
via Crestfallen
Nefarious activity
Stuff you’re doing wrong
Mightn’t yet be criminal
But I guess that won’t be long.
I guessed you were a wrong’un
Capable of crime
Criminal activity
Just a case of time.
One for dodgey dealing
Proper little spiv
Sorry to speak ill of you
But that’s the way it is.
via Nefarious
Introduce a plot twist
A sudden change of course.
Introduce a character,
a trauma, new event.
Shake the whole thing up a bit
Knock it off it’s course
A little bit of tension
Added drama, stress.
You need some grit in the oyster
Or you’ll never make a pearl.
I learned a new word called ‘limerence’
And used it while under the influence
It’s time I confessed
Though I’m usually obsessed
I failed to treat it with reverence.
You’re elegant for an elephant
Surprisingly refined
Graceful, smart, distinguished
Surprising for your kind.
I’ve seldom seen an elephant
As dignified as you
Cultivated, fashionable
Loveliest in the zoo.
You would not think a creature
As big and large as you
Could be so very stylish
And cut it like you do.
I’m worn to a frazzle
Completely burned out
Immobile, exhausted
And can’t get about.
Im flopped on my pillow
I’m too tired to move
Can you guess what exhausts me?
You should do, it’s you!
From the time you wake up
Till the time you go down
I’m so ruddy busy
I find the day’s flown.
Immobile, exhausted
Run out of fuel
And the reason my darling
Yes the reason is you.
via Frazzle
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