DISORDER AT WORK

'Skirting  Along'  by  Trish

Look, legs, hands and feet,
how absolutely neat!
But, there seems to be some struggle,
Almost a  right royal muddle.

What on earth, are all those black squiggles?
Am I right, they're chains in the middle?
Sometimes people go too far,
In an effort to prove who they are.


well, if if they wish to, waddle, look like a duck,
All chained up, to maybe, get hit by a truck!
Why, who am I to say, they're mad to do it?
After all, it's their, legs, hands and feet! 'so screw it!'

(Sorry to end on such a vulgar tone,
 but I needed a word to rhyme with 'do it!')
Tushie

A VIEW OF MY OWN
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I've got a few ideas on how to gain attention,

'Changing The Tide'  by  Trish

And it's nothing like, what I've just mentioned!
It's about turning things, inside out, up, on their head,
The way I often do, some nights in my bed.

I look hard into thin air, and wait for what comes,
There's no music of coarse, but I swear I hear drums,
As the night begins to tell me, to get up -get up and go!
And to find the brand new day, it'll hold all I need to know.

Tushie