AAW! shucks, Jem, you silver tongued charmer.
Mups you wrote a good poem which I received in my emails but you seem to have deleted it? Went like this …
After New Year, we must slow down
Go to bed, not out on the town,
…and so on.
Why the deletion - it was good 
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Hi Mark - I thought it probably ought to have gone in the “Christmas Messages” thread in Gen Chat, so moved it over.
Happy New Year Dearest
Happy New Year to you who I know
More so now but it has been slow
You is a convoluted, mysterious and fascinating enigma
And I just had a load of bran - as good as an enema
Sos I off now to contemplate you on a warm lavatory seat
Don’t worry another girl in the lavvy I will not meet
I knows how jealous you can be you see
But there is just the one seat, room only for me
Don’t forget to make a New Year Resolution
Out with the old clutter - tis evolution
A Happy New year to you Mark too,
Bit I don’t want a verse about you on the loo!
Your habits in that room are only for you -
I’ve no wish to know how you do a poo!
So cut down on bran, get a new eating plan,
Start running again if you like,
But keep to yourself about your bowel health,
Or else matey - get on yer bike!!
You are getting pretty good at poeming
Not in my league but gaining
Keep practising as I know you will
But being surpassed is a bitter pill
Still a women’s lot is not to usurp
But no way can I call you a twerp
You is def improving all the time
Your poetry rhymes - just like mine 
We rock 
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There’s competition with the cat !
I’m not sure I can cope with that 
I don’t have whiskers and thick fur
Although I can be made to purr ….
I do not use a litter tray
And always put my toys away
I’m also careful where I wee
And never sit upon his knee
Or use my claws in careless fashion
Unless I’m lost in endless passion
I am so vexed, it’s plain to see
How can he like her more than me ?
Your pussy must be quite something 
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Wanna a quickie Mark?? (in the nicest possible way?!
"I imagine you sitting there in your string vest
Daring to think that your poem’s best,
But with so much bran your brain won’t advance,
So sorry Mark - you don’t stand a chance. . . .
(blowing raspberry) 
Quickies
Quickies have a soft spot in my heart
Saves beating about the bush to make a start (snigger)
And once over I can get on with something useful
Far better than wasting time on long drawn out arousal
…x rated .
Trust you to turn it to something lewd
My quickie was not even slightly rude.
I only meant you’re not better than me,
So admit it and eye to eye we will see. 
Maudlin …
So I sit here wondering so many things, about my life in general
Why do I get so maudlin at times, as if awaiting my funeral?
Deja vu plagues me, eating away at my weakening exterior
Everything I do now seems oh so familiar
Why, also, does booze cause my melancholy reflections?
Underneath it all then are there underlying conditions?
If I’m this way now at 56 how then will be in just a few years time?
Struggling to find my way in life - without excitement - surely a depressing crime?
Why should I give in to old age and become acceptable to all?
Surely I have energy left to focus on me, me in total?
Your 5th line down is your biggest clue
There lies the cause of what happens to you
If worry & booze is not what you sought
Why do you do it - Life is too short.
No peace of mind can do us much harm
Yet you have us believe you’re all wit and charm,
But cheer up Mark, you’re still fairly young (ish)
Give up on despair - life’s barely begun.
The Night of the Silent Pen.
Twas a few nights after the New Year
When I noticed no verse did appear
Has the well run dry
Has the poet gone shy
Tis love caused it all I fear.
Methinks Lourve is in the air, cheer up Mark, love is a many splendored thing, so they say.
2 bites of toast and that was all
Should she sleep with it under her pillow ?
The alternative is to frame the thing
And exhibit it as a ‘piece of Art’
She contemplates … absently eats a corner
Oh dear ! the shape has altered somewhat
Is it now ‘ART’ or something alien
Has she destroyed its very being
Or turned it into a worthy exhibit
Valued by all the critics viewing ?
One could always preserve it in clear varnish, it is unique after all, never again will there be a piece of toast like that.
I knew a chap years ago and he would read your fortune from the froth left in your glass after a pint of Guinness, just like the tealeaf readers, he seldom got it right but he was unique non the less, I have never seen anybody do it since he died.
‘ere’ that doesn’t rhyme 
Neither does yours., anyway the thread says prose too.
Mine has a pleasant rhythm and I was trying to achieve a little sophistication instead of my usual rhyming couplet thingy
Is that prose ?
or cons ?
Oh sophistication how are yeh, maybe tomorrow I might try a little sophistication meself 
, with the maestro’s approval, if he’s around that is.