For the king of the mushrooms and his loyal hobbit companion. I rejoice in the knowledge that you are like peas in a pod.
In loving memory of George the rats tail. Rest in peace.
ACCESS DENIED
(A short poem)
How I hate my stubborn lock
I bang and thrust and rage
And stop
So many times I've been late
Because my impenetrable lock
Is a Prison gate
You may as well
cover it in barbed wire or
add a dragon that spits fire
Because no matter what
plan I conjure up
To try and open that cursed lock
I'll continue to fail
And whine and moan about
How I hate my stubborn lock
I bang and thrust and rage
And stop
YOU ARE READING
THE LOCKER
PoetryA poetry anthology for those who are currently enduring the many woes and constant irritations of life at school. Trust me when I say that although these poems explore the many "first world problems" of receiving an education it will all be worth it...
