Father Swine

26/09/2024

Poetry Come Home

Oh poetry. Oh poetry. Where did you go? Your soft written letters from the depths of your soul. When did they leave? How far have they gone? Your words of expression. They've gently moved on. Oh poetry. Oh poetry. Please come back. I'll keep you forever and that will be that…

08/02/2021

I will write you poetry that will blow your fu***ng mind. You will see every sentence ends with a simple rhyme. How I do this you'll never know. Just sitting there waiting for your fu***ng mind to blow. When it does it will end with a boom. Your brains will splatter across the room. Like a puzzle with a missing piece. You'll search forever without a trace. But if you're wondering how I rhymed piece with trace. Then you should see the look on your face. With your brains splattered all over the room. I will write you poetry to make your fu***ng mind go boom.

21/10/2020

The Stoner

7:45 wake up high.
Smoke a bowl 8:05.
Brush my teeth.
Comb my head.
Use Visine.
Eyes are red.
8:10 take a hit.
8:20 gotta s**t.
Blow some w**d.
Then wipe my ass.
8:25 or 30 past.
Fruity pebbles.
On a spoon.
8:40 coming soon.
Then I flush.
Double flush.
8:41 Captain crunch.
Fruit loops.
In my p**p.
Try to aim.
Make p*e soup.
Rip the b**g.
Cheech and Chong.
Dental floss.
With Connie Chung.
8:42. Roll a joint.
8:43. Forget the point.
8:45 Wanna get high?

25/09/2020

01/02/2020

The space between you and I.

Is a butterfly kiss eye-to-eye.

Staring close still yet afar.

In your eyes I see the stars.

I get lost till then I find.

Your lips are touching mine.

So I kiss your nose. Like the eskimos…

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2020 All Rights Reserved

25/01/2020

Search it on Google

Medieval stereotype feudal
I don't mean to be so crudele.
String games that's a noodle.
I like my Pastries icy strudel.
Marshmallow a wet paludal.
Drummer boy playing a bugle.
Blasting sirens cop car hoodle.
Bow wow, is that a poodle.
I don't know though.
I'll take a photo.
Images, That I like the doodle.
The whole kit and caboodle.
I search it all
On Google
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20/01/2020

For The Scribbler Suenami

22/12/2019

Wilbert the Workhorse.

Wilbert was a workhorse.
Who always stayed on course.
When things needed done.
Wilbert was the one.
That everyone could ask.
To complete their needed task.
When the chickens stopped ticking.
Wilbert would fix it.
When the weasles got the measles.
Wilbert would fix it.
When the goat had a sore throat.
Wilbert would fix it.
Even when the sheeps couldn't sleep.
Wilbert would fix it.
But some, would say it's luck.
That Wibert fixed a chicken's cluck.
I mean. Who could ever hope?
To clear a goat's sore throat.
Wilbert even had needles!
To cure the weasels measles.
When the sheep's couldn't sleep.
Wilbert counted to three.
The whole farm got some zzz's.
So in the morning if the cows don't moo.
And the roosters can't roost.
We'll all know what to do.
Call Wilbert..
Wilbert will fix it.

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22/12/2019

The Greenfish are Never Mean.

Bluefish, Bluefish. Why are you sad? Because, Redfish told Bluefish that Redfish is mad. All the Orangefish, was a smile fish. All the Brownfish, had a frown. And all the Yellow Fish laughed.
Blackfish and Whitefish. Agreed to disagree. Neither told the other. Blackfish and Whitefish, A Grayfish they sea. And all the Yellow Fish laughed. Purplefish and Pinkfish.
The Greenfish are never mean.
Redfish, Redfish. Why are you mad? Because, Bluefish told Redfish that Bluefish is sad. All the Orangefish, was a smile fish. All the Brownfish, had a frown. No one told Redfish and Bluefish. They were both upside down.
And all the fish laughed.

We all in this bowl together ❤
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