Poet's Corner

Sleep

With Blinking eyes,she comes to life,
awaken by her naughty cats twice!
This is not the only day, it's the fifth!
And now their Mummy is rather miffed.
Sleep is such a precious thing,
needed like a bird needs his wing.
We need enough to get through our day,
Without we're useless when it's taken away!

love your poem Bubba. x

Cold

Fingers numb and hands feeling of ice,
Coat buttoned up, scarf wrapped tight,
opening the door the cold hits your face,
But you venture on must get to your place.

The cold has many disguises many different ego's,
depending on the day your sure to met one,
So wrap up, get ready put your armour on,
The colds ready to fight, but it's a fight you've won.

My Laptop

My Laptop is my best friend,
even though it can drive me round the bend!
Spouting stuff I don't understand, do this,update that.
It scares me to think it wins the spats.
You need to be a geek to understand it all,
otherwise I would through the laptop at the wall!
I might as well admit it now,
My laptop is the boss, holy cow!!

BUBBADOG14 wrote: My Laptop

My Laptop is my best friend,
even though it can drive me round the bend!
Spouting stuff I don't understand, do this,update that.
It scares me to think it wins the spats.
You need to be a geek to understand it all,
otherwise I would through the laptop at the wall!
I might as well admit it now,
My laptop is the boss, holy cow!!

Wow Bubba, that's the best one yet - you're really good at this - perhaps you should write a book of poems. xxx

I'm not that good! They just come to me now and again!!