Poetry Blog by Anna McCrory
on A man after my own heart (Thu, 31 Mar 2011 06:05 pm)
on Walking Home (Wed, 16 Feb 2011 03:35 pm)
on You better watch out! (Sat, 18 Dec 2010 01:12 pm)
An ‘I want U’ loveheart, I thought it was cute
at first, but now I have uncovered the truth
it wasn’t a gesture intended to be sweet
instead you just saw me as something to eat
I was totally wrong to think it impressive
that’s you’d offer take me shopping for dresses
to think I’d end up in Topshop was just plain silly
you meant to say dressings and were thinking sweet chilli
you just wanted my arms, l...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 8:36 am
If you want someone to
walk you home late at night
I would happily do it
But I do think to might
Want to consider another
if you’re scared of trouble
as when it comes to self defence
I think I might struggle
But with running away screaming
My instinctive reaction
You could count on me
for the perfect distraction
Though not likely get you
Home safe, free of harm
Wednesday 16th February 2011 4:12 am
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
But don’t feel contented instead please beware,
Because soon that old creep Santa Claus will be there.
I know what you’re thinking ‘he’s just a kind old man’
But don’t let him fool you, you know that’s his plan.
Therefore it is only my duty to suggest ways to divert,
Saturday 18th December 2010 3:58 am
I've just started uni (how grown up is that?!) and my weekly essay deadline is 6 O'clock every Thursday. This is what I was thinking at about 2pm last Thursday but in Haiku form ...
Five hundred words done
Twenty Five hundred to go
For 6pm. Shit!
Saturday 23rd October 2010 5:48 pm
The bell rings ending stolen minutes of peace
And armed with only board pens and 28 marked books
We open the staffroom door knowing only too well
We don’t get paid enough for this
The names Bond
But to you that’s Mrs Bond
And my licence is to educate
Make you analyse and evaluate
Being late is totally unacceptable in my cl...
Saturday 23rd October 2010 5:37 pm
To the man who splashed me with a puddle this morning
What would just be really splendid
Is if you’d listen and then give me right of way
As I’m travelling as nature intended
Can’t you see I’m trying to cross?!
Is there something wrong with your vision?!
You know you get points if you actually hit me
And what do points mean?! Prison
And before you sta...
Wednesday 29th September 2010 9:34 am
Just a poem about having no social skills...at all!
You say that humans are ‘social beings’
And expect us to just accept that it's true
Well I can prove in a minute and a half that its not
So Aristotle mate, this ones for you
For me causing awkwardness is a god given gift
Causing uncomfortable silences since 1992
As people would stop my mum just to say
Tuesday 21st September 2010 2:23 pm