WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

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The Visitor

A pumpkin knocked at my door
I was shocked, I fell to the floor
The pumpkin had a toothless grin
In the end I asked him to come in
The pumpkin shook my hand
And said I knew you’d understand
I wanted to come to your party
I was all alone
With witches and ghosts
They frightened me so
It’s you I’d rather see
Someone warm and bright
On this Halloween night
So what have we got for tea
Trick or treat but…
It will be a whisky for me
Gillian and Thomas Sims

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HIDE AND SEEK

The grand – children have arrived

For their chocolate surprise

Easter eggs lined up

For everyone

Around the house

Play hide and seek

Grandad hide’s and children seek

Then they’re given their Easter treat

By Thomas Sims

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EASTER EGGS

EASTER EGG

Easter eggs of every shade

 

And not one a standard size

 

Super taste such a treat

 

Test one out without a doubt

 

Eat them till you’re nearly sick

 

Real chocolate treat for everyone

 

By Thomas Sims

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

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Dinasaur Dave By Thomas Sims

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IT WILL BE LONELY THIS CHRISTMAS

It will be lonely this Christmas

Because my wife will not be by my side,

6 x 6 foot room

With four grey walls surround me

A prison cell 

That’s why it will be lonely this Christmas

Because last year I got drunk

And knocked A little child  down,

So It will be lonely this Christmas

I deserved what I got,

3 years in prison that’s isn’t a lot

I took child’s life,

So That’s why I can’t see my wife

I will be lonely this Christmas,

That’s what I have to sacrifice

By Thomas Sims

The moral of this poem

IS

DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE

THIS CHRISTMAS

THANK YOU

PLEASE REBLOG THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD. STOP THE SUFFERING THIS CHRISTMAS.

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A SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

Posted on December 4, 2014 by poetreecreations

 

 

The snow lay upon the ground

The spirit of a old native Indian rode into town,

He told stories of hunting buffalo

And how his tribe lived off the land,

But would anybody give

This old Indian a helping hand,

There was no food to be found

Just deep snow on the ground,

The Indian looked old and pale

His cloths were ragged and torn,

The Indian asked food and a drink

And a bed to rest his head,

He would not ask for any more,

So spare a thought this Christmas

Not just for the spirit of a old Indian

But for all the homeless people

Trying to make a living off the land

This Christmas,

why don’t you give them a helping hand.

By Thomas Sims

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SANTA WON’T BE VISITING ME

I live on the streets that’s me

No home to call my own

I play hide and seek

That make’s my life bleak

No warm clothes to wear

And no-one to share

Life is so cheap

I steal food to eat

I live on the street

With nothing to eat

I see people spending money

But I have none

I cannot buy presents

Santa won’t be visiting me

My family pass by

But they do not see

The misery

I endure

They are so happy

I am so sad

I live on the street

With nothing to eat.

Thomas Sims

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Our dog Pringle (died 1st March 2014)

 

 

You stole our hearts

With the love you gave

You loved the rewards

When you had behaved

You was our company

For years of many

You was our best friend

Right to the end

We saw you as family

You always protected us

You never once complained

When you was in pain

We will always miss you so

So sorry to let you go

 

Thomas and Gillian Sims

OUR PET RESCUE DOG

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It’s Four in the Morning

 

 

Orion Orion Its sleepy time

Its four in the morning

You should be in bed

You’ve had a bottle

And burped so loud

So off to bed

And lets not hear a sound

Its four in the morning

And I am half dead

So please Orion

Lets go back to bed

 ZZZZZzzzzz 

Thomas Sims

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