by Jacquelyn Sturge |
Categories:
funny, happiness,
There once was a guy whose name was Lance
And all this man loved to do was dance,
If you beat on a drum
Or just twiddle your thumb,
Lance would jump up and he'd start to prance.
He danced from morning into the night
He'd leap in air like a bird in flight,
He never got tired
And always was fired,,
Until one day when he lost his sight.
Have you ever seen a blind man dance?
Well it was a sight, that cane and Lance,
He didn't want pity
Though it wasn't pretty,
When he toppled loosing his balance.
He'd jump right up and continue on
And nothing could stop this dancing prawn,
He taught us a lesson
That there is no reason,
To end what you love before you're gone.
by Martin Mcareavey |
Categories:
love, romance,
The Tuna and the Prawn
Swam together -
- Now in sandwich form!
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
art, beauty, bridal shower, business, celebration, future, guitar,
need thee
need thee
oh, how I need thee
everyday
and every hour
need thee
need thee
oh how I need thee
I need thee
every minute of my life
presence the diamonds
presence the gold
the prawn that are drawn
to hold
the papers for us
to sign and agree
to stand before all
for the world to see
need thee
need thee
oh how I need thee
every minute
and every hour
I need thee
oh love
by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories:
blessing,
he dreamt of death sharks and apocalypse
Poseidon on edge of waters and hence
slept badly because of the fish and chips
exhausted he drowned without any sense
a jubilant sea horse married a prawn
Freud cheered the cohabitation in joy
while salty solution mixed with the spawn
directed and waved at subconscious ploy
kill your father and mount your own Mama
Oedipus knows best don’t waste repression
Sex is your friend so look out for drama
I offer my couch for a quick session
for in love and compassion lies no shame
to dolphins' applause together they came
13th September 2020
by Prom King |
Categories:
lost lovelove,
Nobodys there when all love is gone
my heart feeling like its just been withdrawn
all of my life is like a river prawn
just sitting here wonderin what to do next
My spirit and my soul is gettin so vexed
cant sit here all day on da phone and text
sittin here so long switching from side to side, changing sides so much til' it hurts my neck
Because, nobodys there when all love is gone
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
Shall I liken you to a leg of lamb?
You are more toothsome than marrow bone.
Though cuds do crop in Jersey cow and ram,
And all have great fondness for spam and prawn.
On winters cusp, hot roast lamb reigns sublime,
And often the gravy broth most slurpy;
And juicy parts fine as most fine wine,
By chance, both your legs are shapely;
Let not our leggy longings limply fade,
Nor droop to bagginess nor wilt or falter,
Nor lambkin legs brag on being so well made,
When in time all pegs wither and alter.
So long as there are gams to praise and thanks,
So do I, love your thighs above all other shanks