I still have ‘the’ hangover after writing that last poem 
. I was celebrating my retirement from running, well I think I was anyways.
A lofty goal?
‘Another day another dollar’ is a saying many spout forth
Indeed it is one I adhere to for what is it worth
But the pursuit of dosh for money’s sake is an empty pursuit
Doesn’t fill your heart or soul with much does it - just doesn’t bear fruit
Sos we all need to chase something, some lofty goal
Don’t have to be too taxing, one that takes a heavy toll
Just something to keep you occupied and the old brain ticking over
Could be anything really, just something to keep you in clover
Good poem, Stella!
He’s hit the ‘mark’
there is no doubt of that
the sparkles back
like a spring run trout
there was once said
“we use our ‘drugs’ sublime
In loftier pursuits
Our ‘Gods’ to find”
then when awake
from induced stupors all
we stumble bleary eyed
lost flashing ball
the Chakras are all misaligned
we cannot join them with a broken mind
a focus that has dimmed and dimmed
must be re-trained to push aside the ‘sin’
Wonderful stuff lads, keep 'em coming.
Rachel, have you hung up your pen?
Lol … for the moment, yes 
My head is full of ‘other stuff’
My head is full of other stuff
And at the moment that’s enough
To keep me occupied you see …
Poems are too much for me
retires exhausted
It is when your head isn’t full of stuff
Is when you have a prob - your head maybe duff
No thoughts that count for anything at all
Is a sign your brain is fried - shrunken small
Lofty problems would ensue
If a cat did an enormous poo
On the rug or in your bed
That would surely do your 'ed (in) 
Not got any cats.
OK edited
Rachel is losing the plot
I notice this happens a lot
Not that she gives a jot.
Rachel’s had a trying time
These past few months not been sublime
Her friend will no doubt rescue her
And show her how she once did purr
'tis not a snore that’s heard at night
But gentle purrs when things are right
How loud are these ‘purrs’ I ask myself?
Does it affect this friend’s fragile health?
Does he use earplugs to soften the blow
Of Rachel’s exhalations I would like to know
Her friend is rude in all that’s healthy
So not to worry and she is wealthy
Earplugs made of finest gold
Can be purchased, or so I’m told
A good night’s rest is worth more than gold
Better the ‘purrs’ became nothing more than old
Air filtered through a silent peaceful smile
You watch he don’t run a mile
We Are All Animals!
Animals we all are ain’t we?
Cum on we are surely
I know this for a fact you see
There are def no flies on me
I will impart on you why the above is so
It ain’t rocket science, that much I know
It is all to do with a certain part of the body
And this part ain’t confined to just the likes of me
I bet you are all wondering what the heck I’m going on about so eloquently
Why do I think we are just as wild as any creature, even the monkey up a tree
Well I can tell you why - read the next few lines where all will be revealed
We men have this inbuilt ability hidden away - very concealed
Ok, it is time to spill the beans with observation I have been privy of on the TV
So many times so it must hold water and be part of lots of others, and yes of me
Causing a stirring somewhere deep down within where legs are close by
Many the time I have felt such as this - grand feeling it is too - oh my!
So I will unveil why I feel this way and why indeed we are primitive as all
Thinking about it now causes my blood to flow - hell I feel like having a ball
Silly you will call me after reading all this and waiting so long - well I am a procrastinating WUM
I feel like this - as do the wildlife that is all around … when I see a beautiful soft round female’s BUM
Bums just do it for me .
That was a long time getting to the end Mark!!! 
Yeah, bit like foreplay 
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Hands knees and bums a daisy! smashing!
What a beautiful torrent of fine verse, and Rachel you are in terrific form again, well done.
Thank you, kind sir