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A sneak peek at some disappointed poems

In the future I'd quite like to be the proud owner of several poetry collections. I think it'd be pretty cool. In fact, I've already started thinking about what these collections will consist of. One of my ideas is an anthology called 'Disappointments'. Here are three poems I've written that I think would fit quite nicely into the collection. * A haiku for the London bus driver who drove past me Wait is this a joke?

If I see you on these streets- Nah I swear down fam

* Mushrooms Little buttons of doom Grandiose greyish hellish helmets Spores make my eyes sore Spongey skin deceiving; soft to touch like it's well-meaning. Weight next to nothing, God I wish they'd turn to nothing. Those stringy, hairy follicles of the Portobello variety stare me down in the supermarket and I feel it in the back of my throat. The gag reflex. Walk away

walk away walk away walk away

Slippery, oil-slicked fungi ruin delish breakfasts nationwide

People laugh and like to say

'Your tastebuds are immature!'

Honestly, I wish they'd grow up

And understand that there's

'shit' in shiitake for a reason



Many a time I had stalked this man

On Snapchat, Facebook and Instagram

His pictures were dope, he looked like a Greek god

Was a fan of the gym - and I a fan of his bod!

One day into my DMs he slid An epic somersault my heart then did

Alas, his opening line was poor

It was plain to see he had misspelt his 'your'

Your pretty My pretty what? Pray tell My pretty has lost its noun, oh well

It seems your sentence will always remain A riddle, lest our noun should run back again

If your latest squeeze cannot even bring

Grammatical accuracy to his flirty opening

Then bounce!

If he don't treat his letters right He won't treat you right either

It's the classic red light



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