A question…
A youthful urge,
Like a swoon or a surge,
Will keep you young
In the ‘ead.
But man, what about
When your teeth fall out?
Will you still lust
Or lisp instead?
Spider, Spider on the web
Weave me some words, I said.
Spin me a yarn
Drop me a line
Or tickle me with your thread.
Poems by PenPal BrenPal
2 Comments:
It's not just the thought that is making me swoon, it's the whole website! I'm soooo impressed!
Hi Brenpal, Here I am on me own on a friday night while you are probably having a rare old time upagumtree! SO I thought I would put a few things down on comment. I hope you like the website, well I know you do but now it is up 2 U, you must write lots more poems to fill up the acres of unfilled space, you might become recognised as the bard of the 21st century! In 400 years time kids might be studying you for their A levels! Arty presenters will be quoting you! Even trashy papers might unknowingly be using your pearls as banner headlines. The sky's the limit my little puzzle so keep on slaving at the ink-well, with spidacuda as your muse. Perhaps you better widen the scope a little I dont know if I can carry on falling off roofs and into dams and off duckboards forever just to supply grist for your word-mill.
Your Cudamuse xxxx
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