When I was young there was much haze
I lived a funny through the good ol bad ol days
My family thought most likely to fail
The school voted me most likely to go to jail
The Police looked twice for they knew my name
My brothers learnt quickly to pass the blame
In love, out of love, from one fall to the next
So many attempts to try and break my neck
All that I’ve done both good and bad
Just ask my!! Kids do they love their!! Dad
I started this group so we all could speak
Everyone has the choice to turn the other cheek
My standards are mine and I’ve been thru the gutter
I have the same knife for my steak my cheese and my butter
My God is in my heart not hidden inside some book of law
My God loves everyone; I think that should happen some more
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy
19/07/08
Poetry in Paradise 1028534
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Loves dilema in June 2008
I had a day, about two months ago
When I broke down, I just let my tears flow
I looked back into my life
My lack of the ability, to hold onto a wife
I looked at all the things I had done
I looked at my Daughters, I looked at my Son
I looked at my wallet, where the money had been
I wondered why I never had held onto a dream
I looked into the mirror, saw all the grey hairs
I took the elevator, not at the stairs
I’m nearly fifty now, to me that’s old
At 16, my Uma was 50, my blood turned cold
I need to grow up, to look ahead
Cause not long from now, I’ll surely be dead
The last 50 went quickly, at such a radical pace
And The world is now an even ….faster place
Soon I’ll find love, I’ll fall all over again
I’ve learnt my lesson, I’ll change my plan
I won’t chase the beauties that don’t drink from a can
I’ll find one that’s rugged, that’ll sleep on the floor
That won’t break my rib If I happen to snore
I’ll polish her glasses, I’ll even comb her hair
I’ll pump up the tyres on her old wheel chair
I clean her teeth for her when she sleeps at night
I’ll give her the blankets and wont hold on tight
I’ll cut her toe nails, trim her nasal hair
Make sure her moles are neat tidy and bare
I clean the tinea rrom between her toes
And get her a tissue when she picks her nose
I’ll try to love her for whom that she is
Not be upset when she’s no kitchen whiz
I’ll use her insecurities, to get into her mind
I’ll trick her into thinking I’m a really good find
If all this planning fails to work then she stills leaves me
And says I’m a jerk
Then don’t worry my friends, for I have a back up plan
The Next time I look for love
I’ll just marry a Man.
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy
Reg Trade Mark No. 1028534
Poetry in Paradise
When I broke down, I just let my tears flow
I looked back into my life
My lack of the ability, to hold onto a wife
I looked at all the things I had done
I looked at my Daughters, I looked at my Son
I looked at my wallet, where the money had been
I wondered why I never had held onto a dream
I looked into the mirror, saw all the grey hairs
I took the elevator, not at the stairs
I’m nearly fifty now, to me that’s old
At 16, my Uma was 50, my blood turned cold
I need to grow up, to look ahead
Cause not long from now, I’ll surely be dead
The last 50 went quickly, at such a radical pace
And The world is now an even ….faster place
Soon I’ll find love, I’ll fall all over again
I’ve learnt my lesson, I’ll change my plan
I won’t chase the beauties that don’t drink from a can
I’ll find one that’s rugged, that’ll sleep on the floor
That won’t break my rib If I happen to snore
I’ll polish her glasses, I’ll even comb her hair
I’ll pump up the tyres on her old wheel chair
I clean her teeth for her when she sleeps at night
I’ll give her the blankets and wont hold on tight
I’ll cut her toe nails, trim her nasal hair
Make sure her moles are neat tidy and bare
I clean the tinea rrom between her toes
And get her a tissue when she picks her nose
I’ll try to love her for whom that she is
Not be upset when she’s no kitchen whiz
I’ll use her insecurities, to get into her mind
I’ll trick her into thinking I’m a really good find
If all this planning fails to work then she stills leaves me
And says I’m a jerk
Then don’t worry my friends, for I have a back up plan
The Next time I look for love
I’ll just marry a Man.
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy
Reg Trade Mark No. 1028534
Poetry in Paradise
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