SEMI UNCONSCIOUS THOUGHTS
What drives me over the edge;It's not sleeping in the flowerbed,
Or waking up in a riverbed.
While sleeping on a piece of bread,
It's watching telly when it's time for bed.
It must have been vexing to be a T rex..
Crunching bones eating meat,
Although they had a menacing look.
With tiny hands underneath,
How did they manage to clean their teeth.
Archaeologist found the mummy's in the sand,
A thousand years later what riches hidden.
Found by the Descendants of the common man,
Plastic bottles and the tops of the ring pull cans.
After my comment on the waxing moon,
Someone decided to sent me a text.
To ask a question l haven't answered yet,
If the moon is only made from cheese.
Not wax could someone explain please,
About babybel and of cause Edam cheese.
Are there mice living on the moon,
Could you tell me very soon.
I looked through my telescope;
I'm sure I saw some holes in the cheese,
Answers on a post card please.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-03-02 at 10:37
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