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I recently read a poem by Kefka on this forum & got inspired. 

Please add your own poems, or ones by others that you like.

This one below is inspired by the posts on this forum and the thoughts it might provoke - it's meant to be humorous Slight smile

Saying hello, in this welcoming place
(We like meeting new people, in cyberspace)

What are you watching, what books have you read?
(While turning your phone off and staying in bed?)

Clothes & shoe shopping, should we wear slippers?
(Wear robes with bare feet? - but not on big dippers!)

Changing schools & starting a job
(New people that seem like a big noisy mob!)

Here is a Rebel with too many causes
(Thinks: " should I join in? " - Thinks of crowds, and then pauses...)

Thoughts on masking, and not talking
(Though we might be as clever as Stephen Hawking)

"You aren't really autistic coz you can do this..."
(What?! Is that " expert" taking the p...s?)

Late diagnosis, finding your true self
(No one else can find it, but we can all help)

3 good things - that made us smile
(One of our favourite threads, by a mile!)

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  • Can't find that old thread, from back in the day. So here's a bounce for yours  

    https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/

    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

    Jenny Joseph

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  • Can't find that old thread, from back in the day. So here's a bounce for yours  

    https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/

    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

    Jenny Joseph

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