Poem -

Those cats and dogs ?

Those cats and dogs ?

Well I am lying in my bed, it’s quarter to eight in the morning, as I stretch my arms and gape my gob whilst yawning.. I didn’t get much shut eye, it was one of those nights as that big old Mr. Moon was shining his delights..

I feel like staying under the duvet allday coz those cats and dogs are raining away.. but I have never ever had a lie in past the morning before, If I lay too long then my back would be sore.. So I will get myself up as soon as I have finished this verse but Oh my Goodness it is raining worse.. pelting and a’pouring on my window pane, that’s it I’ve changed my mind I will tuck in again...

Like 2 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Greg Etsell

wonderful poem 
i did sleep well
read my new poem 

Reply
author
Jill Tait

Haha Ive just had a wild goat out of my window watching me look at my new piem lol thatd actually it I took loadsa photos of him xx

Reply
author
Being Me

It's been non stop, hasn't it? I am all for a bit of rain but this just seems never ending. ☔☔☔ X

Reply
author
Jill Tait

Haha ay we will b growing webbed feet like our ducks soon ???

Reply
Poem -

An English castle 💙

An English castle 💙

Up cobbled slopes stoney and steep, I am on the top turret of the coastline castle keep

I look at...

Poem -

Mother nature cried🥲

Mother nature cried🥲

The highest heavens opened up yon floodgates in the shrouded skies

As Mother nature sighed and...

Poem -

Me and my music💕

Me and my music💕

I am lying, loving listening to my favourite songs, from that local station on the radio

It’s just...

Latest poems in Comedy, Melodrama, Romance, Speculative, Verse

Poem -

Yours truly like most every...

Yours truly like most every hominid linkedin...

to genus and species of Homo sapiens,
(who trod across oblate spheroid
since time immemorial...

Poem -

Rat In The House

Rat In The House

There’s a rat in the house, it’s absurdly plump..
Too chunky by far to squeeze past a bump!

...

Poem -

Lost

Lost

We are born lost
in hunger and in cry,
among the sounds,
textures, and overwhelming...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com