A poem

foxybrowne

Wrote this a while back, what do yous think?

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There's a welcome and a smile waiting
and when you try to leave they ask
where?
Stay and have tea, stay,
there's no rush, don't go
and
if you insist upon departing,
you won't get far, you won't have a chance,
its not worth it, so just sit back and
relax

Chucky

I feel like I am in the dark when i read it...like I should know the background to it but I don't.

What is the background to it?

foxybrowne

Insanity - Evil - Lies ... and tea

foxybrowne

Heres another:

Raking throught the dead leaves, he often thought of
his mother,
who had passed away.
She would bring him tea as he worked,
for it was the type of job that would entrance him,
so much so, that if he would forget his dinner.

The quiet swish of the leaves would bring him peace,
but if he were
disturbed or distracted by others,
he would become annoyed.

Mother needn't have made me that cup of tea,
I didn't want any, I was doing the leaves...
I don't take tea anymore, not now, not since
mother has passed away.

foxybrowne

Heres another:

Death comes easy
After a pint or two,
its the morning after that gives
trouble:
scrubbing off the blood stains;
burning clothes;
writing out ones alibi.

But in many ways, an
enjoyable way to spend an
Autumnal afternoon.

the raven

uninteresting, pointless and thrifty.