Is he cute, is he clever, is he good or is he bad

Is he fortunate in having all the health and wealth he had

Is he ever really thankful is he ever really glad

Or does he just accept it as his right

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Does he not appreciate good fortune all the while

Does he think he should receive a constant fawning smile

Does he take advantage with a thoughtless scheming guile

Or does he just accept it as his right

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I think it best that others should….decide if he is bad or good!

He doesn’t care for others so….I think he really has to go!

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com

I woke up this morning, was missing a toe

Limped all round the house, oh where did it go?

When going to bed I know I had ten

I got up, looked down, I counted, and then

I enlisted the help of my wife and my lad

To find the lost item I know I once had

We looked in the bathroom and under the bed

We looked everywhere and I finally said

“A nice cup of coffee with double whipped cream

Perhaps what I feared was only a dream!” 

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com

This poem will not be offensive

The rules state it mustn’t be so

I’ve written before on this forum

So you’d think that by now I would know

I like to submit on this website

It’s a friendly and safe place to be

I hope that you read all the entries

And that one of those entries is me.

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com

Riverside cities of wood, glass, and stone

Crowds densely packed yet often alone

Everyday scurries to work and back home

Life is a barrel of fun

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Glass fronted buildings stretch up to the sky

How is it possible man reached so high

Years flew so quickly and some passed me by

Life was a barrel of fun!

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

In some other time

We could have

In some other life

We would have

In a different age

We may never have met

On another page

We were one, and yet

Was it real?

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

There’s good mud and bad mud and mud in between

The thing is with mud you don’t know where it’s been

It’s come from the hills or has stayed on the plain

It sometimes just washes on past with the rain

Whatever the type you encounter today

Don’t worry when covered, it will wash away!

If mud is a thing that you really don’t like

I wouldn’t suggest that you go for a hike

For surely when ambling as every man should

You’re sure to encounter a great deal of mud

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.