No laughing matter

Close those curtains…

Neath the paint and the smiles, sadness deep

When the lights they go out they do creep

At the window stare in

with maniacal grin

cut you up in your bed as you sleep

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Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

18 thoughts on “No laughing matter”

  4. hmmm, I wonder if it would run scared if it peeked into the naturist’s window. This is what happens when you read two of your poems back to back — they seem like they go together, different chapters of an evolving story. Evolving? hmmmm. Maybe devolving

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  13. uh oh. i should be quiet. my naturist friends are going to get mad at me! shhhh. too bad I have a warped sense of humor. hmmm, actually a lot of them do too.

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