Curse on Chavs

May their own voices cause their demise

May the pitch of every noise rise

May their ears bleed from the strain

And let it pierce straight through their tiny brain

A ban on swearing, a strict world

Their heinous selves will be unfurled

And with little pleasure left in life

Lie bleeding, betrayed by their own knife

Follow the Footsteps

Follow the footsteps,

My dear

Through the snow and sleet

Let them lead you home

The city lights will blind you

                My dear

But please don’t avert your loving gaze

Let them light the way

No one will harm you

                My dear

Though the road is long

                I am with you always

And never leave your side

Worry not about the thorns

                My love

For on top sits the rose

                Just go a little further

And enjoy the passing prose

You will soon be home

                My dear

Just follow the footsteps

Let them lead you to me

Not Cut Out for Ukulele

4 strings was what she got

However much she cried

Every time they changed the note

A part inside her died

She'd fiddle and pluck

To her heart's content

Alas to no avail

And though she'd spend days at it

The notes just came out stale

Then came the smoothest strum

Unlike she'd heard before

She didn't even move

But found her heart was on the floor

That day the melody changed

A light and cheery tune

Angels sang when he joined in

A musical monsoon

Introductions

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If you love reading and writing, you've come to the right place. 

My name's Hannah and on this blog I hope to get some of my work out into the big wide world. This will not only be poetry and fictional stories, but also book reviews. 

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