OUCH
There is this little creature,Who likes to live within.
No it's not about the one;
Previously wrote about,
That lives in the biscuit tin.
This one is another,
Of that I can clearly vouch.
They reside in all of us;
There names are all synonymous,
We know them all as ouch.
They like to remind us many times,
When we're feeling well clapped out.
Often they prefer to share there name;
We try carefully to get up off the couch,
Pain is indescribable all we say is ouch.
Sometimes I have my doubts,
What there really all about.
I'm certain people think I'm a grouch,
Especially in my moaning times.
Not ow or flip or something like that,
Just the one word that says it all, Ouch.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-08 at 01:32
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