A bored write on a rainy Friday.

” Bring forth…. that force which

Bore first doubt ”         

                                                                [Sign above the whisper door ]       

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Upon that scoundrels head a winners Laural’s     [ Hiding out? in house ]

Ah! set forth the truth though long awaited        [ the sinner in his pew]

Whispered murmur’s         ” best  forgotten ”      [ his neighbour in his pew]

Cheeky in the first demur      ”’ flirt away I say ”    [ The scalded widow in next, but two]

OK!…..

Came snigger’s, and giggles of the….     [Teenage dears]

The Bishop gave out such a cough…. !!! he nearly blew his mitre off!!

cough! cough!

Now listen here and listen good!

The seeds I sow…. tis you must make it grow?

The sinner that poor honest man…. sighed deep then asked his best Pal?

His neighbour only gave a smirk?

The scalded widow was blushing bright?

Them Teenage kid’s stood by the window let cry!

Surprise surprise!

  ” The scoundrel, and his charms has my lady…. ”     [ in his arms ]

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  • Aiswarya T Anish on Jul 9, 2010

    nice

  • Jimmy Shilaho on Jul 9, 2010

    A great write, lovely style.

  • Idlepen on Jul 10, 2010

    you have great art to write poems Mat. Cheers…

  • Phoenix Montoya on Jul 10, 2010

    Its good to be bored on some days, nice write like this keeps flowing :) Good one, sir.

  • Atanacio on Jul 10, 2010

    your words Matt Top shelf

  • LewSethics on Jul 12, 2010

    Matt, Matt, Matt. And I mean that when I say that.
    I stand befuddled before your compositions. Maybe I cut school that day ( a very likely scenario).

  • Abhipray Sahoo on Jul 23, 2010

    Fruits of boredom can be delicious! :D

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