Another random poem!

I wanna be your cold shoulder
your cigarette holder
help you grow older
be your rock in the river
Keep you warm discard your cold shiver

I wana be your deck chair
when you wana sit down I’ll always be there
make you aware
Fill in my questionnaire with great care
Il give you Wings we’ll walk on air

I wanna be your mobile phone
Make funny noises to cheer you up when your feelin alone
like your favroite ring tone I’ll give you a buzz
if that wont cheer you up I duno what does

what if I said I’d be your rizzla
you can roll me up and have a smoke
if you read my packet I’ll tell you a joke
Make you laugh , run you a bath
I’ll be your your rubber ducky


© 2009 Timothy James Roberts. All Rights Reserved

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  • LOVELYHONEY on Jul 30, 2009

    someone wrote this i thought i shall pass it to thee

    Gold does not grow old
    Nor silvery
    these I say to thee
    have faith
    Hope
    Also charity
    these are now
    Far more important to me
    your heart is big
    Broad plain for all to see
    and feeling of oldness

    Can never be,
    A thought of mine
    For thee

  • Rana Sinha on Jul 30, 2009

    Very nice and cool poem.

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