Friday 15 August 2008
Friday 8 August 2008
BIC pen Vs Me pt 1
My Bic Pen is ridiculous.
I swear it had a lid.
One time its' lid was blue
but my Bic pen is Black!
Decietful plastic thing,
Can you imagine?
Thinking its a blue pen
but ending up with black!
That is so ridiculous
I want throw it away
I will throw it away.
It annoys me...
I swear it had a lid.
One time its' lid was blue
but my Bic pen is Black!
Decietful plastic thing,
Can you imagine?
Thinking its a blue pen
but ending up with black!
That is so ridiculous
I want throw it away
I will throw it away.
It annoys me...
Thursday 7 August 2008
Sleepy Sleepison
My eyes are heavy,
I'm yawning incontrollably - I can't stop.
My eyes are red raw, and if I stretch them any wider they'll probably POP!
One, two ...three...YAWN.
Aaaaaaaaaagh! I'm sleepy sleepison. But I can put a stop to my obsession with staying up all night, until I literally drop.
Its not Insomnia - I cant work it out.
I guess it's kind of like a teapot, without any spout.
I just cant tip over, my mind won't let me pour it out! Someone turn off the lights,
that should do the trick. It's a quater past 3 now - I have to wake up at 6!
Close your eyes, What to wear tomorrow?
did I really say that? God they must think I'm shallow
I wonder if he likes me? No they're suited best, but when will I get a chance just like all the rest? Sssh go back to sleep!
you're making yourself nocturnal I have a crunchy bar in my bag Maybe the problems internal?
Sleep will make you brighter, Start the day afresh Yes when I wake up tomorrow I will be on my best!
I can show them all, I have a plan too , My ideas are worth sharing , I can put them through.
Damn I've worked myself up! I'm excited I know I can do this,
I have [YAWN] the creative streak in me ,I can be quirky and foolish. I hope granny is ok on her own, I love her so much it scares me. I love my brother, sister and parents too ...Dear Lord If only I could hear thee.
I'm yawning incontrollably - I can't stop.
My eyes are red raw, and if I stretch them any wider they'll probably POP!
One, two ...three...YAWN.
Aaaaaaaaaagh! I'm sleepy sleepison. But I can put a stop to my obsession with staying up all night, until I literally drop.
Its not Insomnia - I cant work it out.
I guess it's kind of like a teapot, without any spout.
I just cant tip over, my mind won't let me pour it out! Someone turn off the lights,
that should do the trick. It's a quater past 3 now - I have to wake up at 6!
Close your eyes, What to wear tomorrow?
did I really say that? God they must think I'm shallow
I wonder if he likes me? No they're suited best, but when will I get a chance just like all the rest? Sssh go back to sleep!
you're making yourself nocturnal I have a crunchy bar in my bag Maybe the problems internal?
Sleep will make you brighter, Start the day afresh Yes when I wake up tomorrow I will be on my best!
I can show them all, I have a plan too , My ideas are worth sharing , I can put them through.
Damn I've worked myself up! I'm excited I know I can do this,
I have [YAWN] the creative streak in me ,I can be quirky and foolish. I hope granny is ok on her own, I love her so much it scares me. I love my brother, sister and parents too ...Dear Lord If only I could hear thee.
My Hometown Glory
I've been walking In the same way as I did,
Skipping every third step, then changing feet for effect and back again till i reach
I'm walking through a wind tunnel - it used to be flat and easy... breezy. But the builder men came and so did the money men. They took a look at the beautiful untouched wasteland of South East London, and said:
"Lets make it like that place on the other side. This current state just won't do. We have more and more people wanting more and more homes. We can use this wasteland and make it nice and put the rich ones here."
So they built a lovely new station for us. But later came the new luxury homes.
Our home is Council - but I don't think it will be around for long.
It doesnt match anymore.
They built a new gallery - but with that came more luxury homes, more protentious 'central londerners darling yeah'.
They built lovely new apartements and spaces for offices -
I can still see the hospital I was born, out my window,
But I can't see Big Ben anymore or The Tower Bridge.
Now we got a refurbished Theatre, and bars on the Cut... then came a Travelodge.#
I can't see St Pauls Cathedral anymore.
Nothing really matches anymore, we don't really match here anymore.
"Is there anythingI can do for you dear?Is there anyone I can call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam I ain't lost, just wandering"
its my hometown.
*courtesy of Adele Hometown Glory from the Album:19*
Skipping every third step, then changing feet for effect and back again till i reach
I'm walking through a wind tunnel - it used to be flat and easy... breezy. But the builder men came and so did the money men. They took a look at the beautiful untouched wasteland of South East London, and said:
"Lets make it like that place on the other side. This current state just won't do. We have more and more people wanting more and more homes. We can use this wasteland and make it nice and put the rich ones here."
So they built a lovely new station for us. But later came the new luxury homes.
Our home is Council - but I don't think it will be around for long.
It doesnt match anymore.
They built a new gallery - but with that came more luxury homes, more protentious 'central londerners darling yeah'.
They built lovely new apartements and spaces for offices -
I can still see the hospital I was born, out my window,
But I can't see Big Ben anymore or The Tower Bridge.
Now we got a refurbished Theatre, and bars on the Cut... then came a Travelodge.#
I can't see St Pauls Cathedral anymore.
Nothing really matches anymore, we don't really match here anymore.
"Is there anythingI can do for you dear?Is there anyone I can call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam I ain't lost, just wandering"
its my hometown.
*courtesy of Adele Hometown Glory from the Album:19*
Bosh is coming.
Bosh is a detective. A child detective who solves crimes of misdemeanor and for those who have suffered gross mis-judgement.
The series of events that I will share take place in the bubble composition of my London. Bare with me though, this story is like a submarine riding the storm on top of a large whale ...called Moby who in turn is balancing on the bouncy ball of my sanity. Exactly. I like to type words as they come to me...it's a little liberating.
The series of events that I will share take place in the bubble composition of my London. Bare with me though, this story is like a submarine riding the storm on top of a large whale ...called Moby who in turn is balancing on the bouncy ball of my sanity. Exactly. I like to type words as they come to me...it's a little liberating.
Karen
She has two buckles, but just on one shoe,
each one gold and very shiny too.
Her smile is bright and stretches from ear to ear. But when she's angry, it's a sight to fear.
Like many girls she has one wish.
To be a famous model, actress, wizard, reality tv star, author, presenter, dj, fashion designer, Kate Moss...or not.
What she really wants, is to be a bird,
but in reality - she's a cross between sammy davis jr and Dame Thora Hird.
each one gold and very shiny too.
Her smile is bright and stretches from ear to ear. But when she's angry, it's a sight to fear.
Like many girls she has one wish.
To be a famous model, actress, wizard, reality tv star, author, presenter, dj, fashion designer, Kate Moss...or not.
What she really wants, is to be a bird,
but in reality - she's a cross between sammy davis jr and Dame Thora Hird.
Squib is I
Squib is I, nice to meet you, hello.
I have a dog - his name is Seb Coe.
He has a cows tail and a long long snout,
and if you feed him carrots, he likes to shout:
"BARK BARK",
says my dog Coe,
he prances around, he likes to put on a show.
But back to me,
My name is Squib, how do you do?
I beg your pardon, but who are you?.
I have a dog - his name is Seb Coe.
He has a cows tail and a long long snout,
and if you feed him carrots, he likes to shout:
"BARK BARK",
says my dog Coe,
he prances around, he likes to put on a show.
But back to me,
My name is Squib, how do you do?
I beg your pardon, but who are you?.
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