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Mr Uku
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Writer, poet, artist, idiot.
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Happy St David's day to all.
I done a pome in honour of St Dave and here it is for you to enjoy.
You're welcome.
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St David didn’t invent the leek Or even the daffodil But while giving his sermon in Llanddewi Brefi He managed to raise a small hill And by the raising of this miraculous mound And a dove that came down to his hand St David became the Welsh patron saint And started a Dixie jazz band (citation required)
March 1, 2024 at 1:27 PM
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As it's Valentines or something, here is a poem I wrote for shy valentines types along with a little picture I drawed.
You're welcome.
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A shy Valentine poem by Uku I thought you should know In case you were wondering Because I thought you might be And I'd hate if you didn't find out Because I never got round to telling you And I really think you should hear it Because I'd want to if I were you And under the circumstances I'd like to inform you And get it off my chest Once and for all And all that That the fact of the matter is When all’s said and done When it all comes down to it In case you wanted to know So you can't say I never told you That I really really Really really really Really Like your face
February 14, 2024 at 11:41 AM
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To welcome the new arrivals, here is a poem about my cupboard:
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To keep them hidden and undiscovered I hide my secrets in my purple cupboard There’s a box full of drawings all best kept unseen And jars full of something all mouldy and green Tins with no labels all well past their date Some rusty old hinges from a rusty old gate A brown paper package that’s shaped like a head That drips something horrid that’s sticky and red A collection of chargers, an old mobile phone Some rusty old scalpels, a mysterious bone Stuffed at the back is a small cardboard box That contains the remains of a mummified fox While up on the shelf is a box full of hats And a sack filled with tails from the neighbourhood cats There’s some gore spattered hooks hanging up on the wall And below them some teeth and a cloudy eyeball There’s a thingamabob and a something or other And a large canvas bag where I keep your real mother Now forget what you’ve seen and don’t you dare tell Or I’ll pack you away in my cupboard as well.
February 7, 2024 at 10:32 AM
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Just cos I saw someone else post one, here is one of my filthy limericks.
I say filthy. It's actually one of my cleaner ones.
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A cobbler who lived in Toulouse Spent all of his money on booze The drunken old shite Would get pissed every night And vomit in everyone's shoes
January 9, 2024 at 5:46 PM
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Here is a sad poem about poor Horace Hobbs.
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On Monday Horace Hobbs felt sad On Tuesday he felt worse “The world’s a rotten place,” he said, “And everything is cursed.” On Wednesday and on Thursday Horace failed to improve He lay there being miserable And simply would not move. On Friday, filled with ennui, Horace sighed the longest sigh. On Saturday a lonely tear Fell slowly from his eye On Sunday there was not a sound From Horace Hobbs all day And no-one noticed Horace Hobbs Had faded all away
January 3, 2024 at 11:44 AM
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Might as well start as I mean to go on.
Here is my poem titled, Is there Cheese There?
It's about cheese. I don't always write about cheese, but I do eat it most weeks.
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The fridge was quite empty, the cupboard was bare The space where my cheese was, was now filled with air No Cheddar, no Stilton, no Edam, no Brie It was a Wensleydale fail, no cheeses for me My evening was ruined, I hated my life No cheeses, just cheese board and little cheese knife They looked so bereft with no cheese and no crackers My friends would all shun me, reputation in tatters At least I still had a nice bottle of port But it’s just not the same when you’re four cheeses short And drinking alone wouldn’t make me forget That I had no more cheese in my small kitchenette But wait, it’s still early, the shops are still open There’s still time to buy a nice mixed cheese selection My evening is safe! I shall have my cheese spree With Cheddar and Stilton and Edam and Brie
January 3, 2024 at 11:38 AM