WE WRITE POEMS
asked us to emulate Wordsworth and his daffodils!
THE LONELINESS
(Of the superior shopper)
I wander lonely as a blob
That drifts among the surging throng.
Around me people hob and nob
And somehow I do not belong.
I feel removed from riff and raff;
I feel superior, yes I do!
While some may make a social gaffe,
I'm from the planet Xanadu.
A shopping-centre is the place
For isolation at its best,
Humanity seems oh so base
And yet I am not like the rest.
The prams and bags and shuffling feet
Of other mortals shopping-bent,
Make me feel lonely yet complete.
I'm an on-looker, and content.
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PERPETUAL MOTION!
A little boy is 'sitting still', watching a video.
But, in the way of all little boys, he still is 'on the go'.
Scratch and wriggle, writhe and squirm,
Exactly like a wriggly worm!
No wonder he sleeps like a log at night,
Wriggling over! Out like a light!
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