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He Thinks I Tremble?I'm truly laughing my head off here, Cos he think's that I'm a wimp, And that his words really scare me… Well hunny, that's what ‘you' think! Didn't I tell you I'm a toughie? And I don't take no stick, And next time I see you laddo… You're gona go quite sick! Cos whilst you are composing to me, I'm composing about you… And I'll give you a little clue… As to what I'm about to do! Did I tell you I'm a busy bee? Beavering and typing away… Working my second manuscript? And I'm publishing all I say! Now then, are you shaking in your boots? Do you need a doctor for you? Can you cope, have you any hope? Of even wading through… Wading through all the poems, That will be going in my book… Wow, that's really weird, Cos my computer monitor shook! Was it your nerves? Are you a little worried? Have I given you the colly wobbles… Have you gotten yourself all flurried? I have a saying I use a lot… And this is how it goes… Ask my friends, they'll tell you… I put it all in prose! My friends have gotten nervy, Won't talk when I'm about… Cos the very next day, the deed is done…! And all their secrets are out! Now aint it a good job I don't really do it! Well, at least I think I don't… I can't make those promises… So Po, this time…I won't! Cool Rules! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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