POETRY BLOGROLL
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BEAUTY AT ANY PRICE
Beauty at any price!
Some treatment isn't nice.
You are left with lots of bruises
Just to look good on your cruises.
There have been many hitches
Due to some faulty stitches.
Botoxed lips are just protrusions
Scarred by some pointless new contusions.
Bits cut from chubby cheeks
May not heal for weeks and weeks.
You wont like your bloodshot eyes
And no-one will sympathise.
You will get some funny stares
And spend a fortune on repairs.
Cheek and forehead, nose and lips;
As one bit firms, another slips.
Though you may try lots of patching
You'll end up with nothing matching.
Beauty at any price!
Let the face you've got suffice!
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STRETCH!
There we are, 'foetal', lying in bed,
With the sheet and blanket over our head.
With our breath all blah and our nose all glug
And the bedroom full of that night-time fug.
Our blood runs slowly, our heart tick-tocks
With the sluggish precision of ancient clocks.
Our mind is dull and our eyes are shut;
There's a flopsish feeling in our gut.
The morning's come but we wish we were dead.
The very idea of quitting our bed!
The sun's too bright, the day before us,
Is horribly, terribly too much for us!
We wish the tweeting birds would expire,
Falling dead from that overhead wire!
It's all to much!
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But Nature's cure;
That's destined to put us right for sure
Is the instinct to s-t-r-e-t-c-h!
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At first it's slow,
But a little stretch very soon will grow.
The toes will extend to the cool, cool sheet,
The heart will spry-up with a lively beat.
The arms, as they stretch will appear to lengthen!
The fingers will flex and suddenly strengthen!
New life will flow through our willing veins,
Flushing away the night's remains!
We'll have a scratch and maybe grimace
And joy will spread all over our face!
The Stretch, my friends, is Nature's way
Of preparing us for a brand new day.
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