Classic poem of the day
What is all this washing about,
Every day, week in, week out?
From getting up till going to bed,
I'm tired of hearing the same thing said.
Whether I'm dirty or whether I'm not.
Whether the water is cold or hot,
Whether I like or whether I don't,
Whether I will or whether I won't,
" Have you washed your hands, and washed your face? "
I seem to live in the washing-place.
Whenever I go for a walk or ride,
As soon as I put my nose i......
Member poem of the day
Seven seconds from breaking down,
the blindest of most of you could see the harm
My ice melted fast
And I no longer excite you, like your favorite spice
Calls I have to answer everytime I’m outside
Faces I have to keep happy, just for a little while
Questions I have to reply to, even when I feel like dying
And coldness from your hands to my body touch
Like the snow you mentioned on the mountains
Everywhere there’s trouble, b...
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