Fatty Bum Bum

Fatty Bum Bum 

How did I end up in this state? 
I'm always fighting with my weight, 
I'd like to put it down to fate, 
but that ain't honest! 

I know for sure what I do wrong, 
I've known the truth all along, 
but I always sing a different song, 
and that ain't honest! 

I've tried to blame my family, 
for passing the fat gene down to me, 
and making me a big fat'B', 
but that ain't honest. 

So now I'm gonna face the fact, 
I have to make me a slimming pact, 
and with exercise I must react. 
Now, that is honest! 

Tom Higgins 

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An Old Woman By the Window

An Old Woman By the Window 

i see her everyday on my way to work 
she is there by the wide window of 
an old house near the road where i used 
to come and go 
silver hair in a neat bun 
tired wrinkled hands 
and chinky eyes that were always 
staring at a distance 
as if waiting for something 
or someone? 

and so it goes day by day 
she sits by her window with her lonely gaze 
i wonder what thoughts are in her tiny head 
was she happy in her younger years 
or did she loathe life's miseries 

were there dreams she still dream or 
was she resigned to her fate 
were there questions left that haunt her still 
is she waiting for the answers? 

i will never know 
the last time i looked 
the window was empty 
she sits there no more. 

Eloida Capuno 

The Dreams of My Heart

"The Dreams of My Heart" 

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, 
Nothing stays with me long, 
But I have had from a child 
The deep solace of song; 

If that should ever leave me, 
Let me find death and stay 
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten 
Like the rain of yesterday. 

Sara Teasdale 

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Moonstruck

Moonstruck 

I was talking to the moon 
Just the other night, 
Telling him how much 
I admired his light; 

And then without warning, 
Much to my dismay, 
The moon got all teary-eyed 
And asked me to look away; 

He said I had no idea 
How lonely it gets up there, 
Watching lovers all over the world 
Every night of the year; 

But he quickly recovered 
And apologized in shame, 
I told him I understood, 
Loneliness was my middle name; 

We exchanged our stories 
Long into the night, 
Then the sun came up 
And the moon dimmed his light. 

But I knew we'd meet again, 
We share an emptiness, 
And we both hide it well 
Under the cover of darkness. 

Now we meet each night, 
The moon and I, 
He seems happier now 
From when I first saw him cry; 

When I look at the sky, 
He's the first thing I see, 
And when he looks down, 
I know he's looking at me. 

And so it goes 
Night after night, 
I give him my company, 
He gives me his light 

Lora Colon 

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O So Lonely

O So Lonely 

O So Lonely 
Are the days gone by. 
When others enter your life 
Then you push them by. 

O So Lonely 
When you were in control. 
To love them or leave them 
You were ever so bold. 

O So Lonely 
While you sit alone. 
No one is there 
To make your house a home. 

O So Lonely 
After all the hearts you break. 
Did you ever think it was you 
Who you'd really forsake? 

O So Lonely 
When life was just a dare. 
You didn't take time to love 
You didn't try to care. 

O So Lonely 
Have you learned the rule? 
That its not just about you 
But it does take two. 

O So Lonely 
Why sit and contemplate? 
While others enjoy life 
Its never too late. 

Cecelia Weir 

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