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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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  • Thus has long been a favourite poem (as an extreme night owl I used to hate being sent to bed in Summer when it was still daylight).

    Bed in Summer

    By Robert Louis Stevenson (b. 1850 d. 1894)

    In winter I get up at night
    And dress by yellow candle-light.
    In summer, quite the other way,
    I have to go to bed by day.

    I have to go to bed and see
    The birds still hopping on the tree,
    Or hear the grown-up people's feet
    Still going past me in the street.

    And does it not seem hard to you,
    When all the sky is clear and blue,
    And I should like so much to play,
    To have to go to bed by day?

    Source: A Child's Garden of Verses (1999).

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  • Thus has long been a favourite poem (as an extreme night owl I used to hate being sent to bed in Summer when it was still daylight).

    Bed in Summer

    By Robert Louis Stevenson (b. 1850 d. 1894)

    In winter I get up at night
    And dress by yellow candle-light.
    In summer, quite the other way,
    I have to go to bed by day.

    I have to go to bed and see
    The birds still hopping on the tree,
    Or hear the grown-up people's feet
    Still going past me in the street.

    And does it not seem hard to you,
    When all the sky is clear and blue,
    And I should like so much to play,
    To have to go to bed by day?

    Source: A Child's Garden of Verses (1999).

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