The Lost And Lonely Love (simple

poem)

Whose love is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her love a shake,

And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The love is lost, lonely and deep,

But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,

With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread,

Ready for the day ahead

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The Nurse and the Doctor (Ryming
couplets Poem)

See the screaming of the nurse,

I think he's angry at the clockwork universe.

He finds it hard to see the window,

Overshadowed by the small indo.

Who is that dancing near the dress?

I think she'd like to eat the progress.

She is but a green doctor,

Admired as she sits upon a proctor.

Her wide car is just a heart,

It needs no gas, it runs on fresh start.

She's not alone she brings an arrow,

a pet mouse, and lots of serow.

The mouse likes to chase a mind,

Especially one that's in the bind.

The nurse shudders at the big soul

He want to leave but she wants the bowl.

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Ode to the Witch (Sonnet)
My ideal witch, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you drool, yawn and run,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the hired gun.

Let me compare you to a feathered tune?

You are more leathered, weathered and layden.
Mad sun heats the crying peaches of June,
And summertime has the trying haydon.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I hate your carious hair, teeth and eyes.
Thinking of your surreal teeth fills my days.
My hate for you is the bad exercise.

Now I must away with a laden heart,

Remember my glad words whilst we're apart.

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A Man Called Mandy (Limerick)
There once was a old man from sun.
He said, "See the cinnamon bun!"
His name was mandy.
He found the pandy.
He couldn't say no to the shandy.

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 Mathematics (Line by Line)
Choose a first line from the options below
By the grave I saw the physics

In a kingdom full of humanities

'Mathematics!' said I, 'thing of undergraduate.'

Once I sat engaged and chatting

Once upon a midnight mathematical

Deep into that darkness physicking

My passion is the dirichlet calculus

I awoke and flung the economics

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Kitten (Tanka)

I love my kitten
She's dry and interesting.
She has four big thighs
And four ideal elbows too
When she purrs I feel happy

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The Heavy Stranger At West St
(Narrative)
One day at a pet shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats.

"Got any bats?" asked I.

"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely bricks,

I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some picnics."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally busy,

And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call fizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the pet shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Cats, bats, you shall find.

Bricks, picnics, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to West St Market.

So to West St Market I decided to go,

In search of the bats I craved.
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The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling shoes,

Bears in many shades.
There were even stalls selling hindus
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all cool.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some bricks and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?