Big, bold, blinding bright,
Blasts blazes of dazzling light,
Gleam, glimmer, glare, glow,
Glisten, glint, glitter-gold,
Luminous, lambent, lucent, light,
It brings lashes, lashes and lashes of daylight.
Can you guess what I am?
I don’t appear at night,
You can spot me in the day when I am shining bright…
Answer: The Sun
Today I went to the dentist
Fillings are the worst
It was horrible
I hate going to the dentist
It’s just the most terrible thing ever
No offence if you are a dentist
Or your family or friends are dentists
Now I am not allowed to eat sugar,
Crisps, fizzy or diluted juice.
I hate going to the dentist.
‘Twas the night before Halloween when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring – not even a louse,
The pumpkins were placed outside houses to scare
The monsters away, with their glowing-gold stare,
The spiders were nestled and ready to creep
While Frankenstein’s monster had woken from sleep
And Dracula in his cape, and I in my hat,
Had just sunk our teeth in a lovely, fresh rat.
When over in the mansion there arose such a chatter,
I jumped from the table – leaving the platter,
Away to the mansion I sped with a crash,
And knocked over my chair with a bash and a smash.
The moon on the horizon of the village of Glow,
Shone its enchanting self on the village below,
When what to my curious eyes should appear,
But seven sly monsters from the atmosphere,
With bubbling potions, so quick and so slick,
I knew right then, each one was a witch,
More sneaky than foxes, on their broom sticks – they came,
And they cackled their song (it is always the same)
Now witches, now witches, all of you listen!
To the village, to give every human a potion!
To the centre of the village, to the houses – to all,
Soar away, fly away, speed away – do not stall!
As the pumpkins before the witches’ cry,
Shoot their evil, their glowing and candlelit eye,
To the village the cheeky witches – they flew,
With brooms full of potions and cauldrons to brew,
Then in a blink of an eye I heard a poof!
And witches were landing upon every roof,
I got myself together, looked up from the ground,
And then saw lots of things which were familiarly round,
They were all bright orange from their head to their foot,
And they had a scarily evilly look,
Hands, legs, and toes are what they all lacked,
And they looked truly terrifying in a stack!
Their eyes – – how they glowed! Their teeth how scary,
Their plumpness how funny – like a juicy-fat berry
to be continued…
”Twas the night before Halloween when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring – not even a louse,
The pumpkins were placed outside the house to scare,
The monsters away with their glowing-gold stare.
Do you ever wonder
If monsters do exist?
Cause I’ll tell you my friend they visit in our midst.
They sneak inside your bedroom in the middle of the night,
Soon they creep into your bed and snuggle up tight.
Then just before you wake up they hide under your bed,
Looking forward to their next night in your cosy little shed.
Do you know your worth?
Have you ever loved someone and thought they loved you back?
Then turns out it’s not true and then thought about it through and through
Yet it didn’t make sense!
Sorry I just feel a bit tense!
Why does loan come with an expense?
And the more you try to invent a man with higher percent of perfection but…..
Perfect doesn’t exist
And it just continues to persist
And in case you aren’t getting the jist…
Do you know your worth?
From the moment of your birth,
Do you know your turf, from heaven to Earth?
DO you know your worth?!
Friendship is the best
it can never hurt you
you should treasure it for life
like it’s for you
Have fun with your friends
it will never make you sad
don’t do anything bad
otherwise they will be mad
We were slaves in the kitchen,
Now we’re not,
But we swapped out “masters”,
From husband to boss.
We found the shackles to the stove,
And found the key to the lock,
But they were replaced by handcuffs,
Now we’re the slaves to the clock.
We were imprisoned for this,
Now we’re trapped in the pressure,
Of being someone we’re not,
And not finding the pleasure,
In the reversed life,
Our roles transposed,
When we were a happy, little family,
And we weren’t supposed,
To get stressed,
Cook our own meals,
Have families distressed,
Now society will never heal.
Never heal the image,
Women had then and now,
Why can’t we be somewhere in-between?
Can’t we just somehow,
Make our own way of life,
And you mind your own,
We were happy before,
Now everything has just blown,
Out of proportion,
You never understood,
The fact that some of us,
Loved our lives the way we could.
We went from patriarchal,
And toxic masculinity,
To our artificial “equality”: matriarchal,
And toxic femininity.
And the fact that,
Reality TV,
Isn’t reality at all,
It just shows more fantasy.
Wouldn’t you like,
To strip it all back to who,
Made it all equal?
#Metoo