Apologise I apologise now that things are slow The writing of the next #poem will surely grow It's hard to figure this one out I feel that there has been a drought English language, It will be called A #poem to which should confuse you all!

Men This is for men what can I say, If you don't like sports they say your gay They like raw meat Served on their plates No finesse or style, oh what a hate I see men standing at pub bars Eyeing up women and talking about cars Providers and hunters And killing breeds Of animals from land and the seas Mans great achievements Please do give me a laugh, You've only just sent probes up to mars! You talk about sex Like you know the whole lot When 99 per cent can't find a lady's G spot Football and cricket to name but a few Rugby, motor racing, with boxing too You know all your sports And who won what In front of the tv Until you drop Nights with the lads All playing cards Speaking such rubbish And letting out farts Vile, uncouth, laborious and large The bloke things they do Such as speak out their arse They spit on the pavements Put hands down their pants There's nothing much down there, so do they have ants? They'll climb any mountain Because it is there Wont pick flowers But they go hunting bears The male race is an unstable one The use of their language Makes for redundant tongue's Four letters long, and their at ease Anymore than that and they say what they please Instruction manuals heres a good one Ever seen a bloke be able to follow one? Its "to hell with them, I can do it", you know full well they'll be useless at it. Do it yourselfers I do love those types All about details with so many gripes Then the mechanics Who tinkers with cars Trying so hard to make them go fast The green fingered gardener That potters about Winning and moaning there might be a drought Ive seen them all I'm sorry to say And even now up to this day I hang my head in a bow of shame As I walk this earth sharing the name Of man or male, what ever you like The great male race who will always strike At whats not natural, what's not good and most of all what's not understood For if man can't cook it,use it or screw They'll end up destroying this planet and you. (Authors note, I'm male 36 three children, married, and pleased to say fit into none of the above!)

A Wrong Day It's been ones of those days You know the ones Where nothing's right And nothing's done You wake up late Your heads a mess You try to correct it You try your best I just won't happen It won't be done You know full well it won't be fun Your running late The traffic bad The cars and drivers are making you mad You want to be quick No time for slow "get out my way I've gotta go!" Move move move You shout and say I'm having one hell of a day The tv bust The showers wrong The hot water cold The soap has gone Forget your towel I bet you did I think you may have even slid Across the floor wet and seething Hit the door to stare at the ceiling The blood is pumping through your veins That's nothing compared to your pain! What's the point ? Why carry on? Wheres the help from above and beyond Let it be over Let it end let me start all over again My day is wrong there's nothing right Challenge me I'm ready to fight The smallest thing will get me going So stop your grips and your moaning My is day worse Don't try to compete I wanna be back under my sheets Away from rushing and from danger Away from all those annoying strangers I had enough I've counted to ten A million times And had to pretend Im happy and jolly My usual self Smiles and laughter A tiresome delf Of deep inside this mine of mine My courage to fight against the time When bed time comes I'll be so glad I won't miss today I won't be sad I've had enough I do give in I've felt like crying When I hit my shin Time tick away Please do hurry I never wish for #life to scurry But today's a day when everything's wrong I'll be so glad when it's gone!

Smoking I watch the smoke twist and turn I feel the sensation of the burn From the darkest of nights to the sunniest days I crave and yearn your smokey ways Addicted I am Hooked years ago It pains me to see many people throw Your end away with plenty left My mistress of #life but certain death Your packets Your colours Your flavours Your tips Your cylindrical shape upon my lips I love but hate what you've done Despise you deep for what I've become An addict addiction for paper and weed To need to smoke tobacco indeed.

Race And Creed I hate the words Race and creed Colours of people It's red we bleed Why must we say black Why must we say white We're humans on earth We're simply #life Religions apart Believes aside Why must the human race divide We're all the same We all love and cry We all have faults And all die I beg you all to look inside To find the love that will kill this divide Love each other Respect their ways And make new friends everyday