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3 more poems written today
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Nice poems.
Loved the rain one and the last one.
I lived in Hong Kong for a while and the humid heavy oppressive climate used to get to me, then the rains would come oh sheer joy.
Even now in the uk some years later i still love to see the rain and if i get caught in a shower i love to savour it.
Once i got caught in a heavy summer shower and wore a very light thin dress because of the high temperature, with little on underneath, and by the time i ran the short distance home i was wet through, and it turned me on, and i had a tepid shower and dried my hair, siped coffee and watched the shower develop into a storm over the sea.
The last poem told me that you were all the better for not being THAT girl and a much nicer person for being who you are.
Loved the rain one and the last one.
I lived in Hong Kong for a while and the humid heavy oppressive climate used to get to me, then the rains would come oh sheer joy.
Even now in the uk some years later i still love to see the rain and if i get caught in a shower i love to savour it.
Once i got caught in a heavy summer shower and wore a very light thin dress because of the high temperature, with little on underneath, and by the time i ran the short distance home i was wet through, and it turned me on, and i had a tepid shower and dried my hair, siped coffee and watched the shower develop into a storm over the sea.
The last poem told me that you were all the better for not being THAT girl and a much nicer person for being who you are.
Pat_the_Baker
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Here's a joke to compliment your great poem Jewel:
A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is 3:00 in the morning!”
He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife.
“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks.
“No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?
I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too.”
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
“Over here. On the swing set.” replied the drunk.
A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is 3:00 in the morning!”
He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife.
“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks.
“No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?
I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too.”
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
“Over here. On the swing set.” replied the drunk.
