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Please don’t smoke

I want one so bad I begin to itch

But the more I have the more I get a stitch,

When I have one I feel satisfied

But the more I have the more I might die,

The one after tea is definitely the best

But the more I have,the more pains in my chest,

I used to run,I used to be fit

I need to cut down or definitely quit,

From freshness to blackness I can’t understand

My body was good,but now it is bad

All of them kill,no matter the brand,

You can kick it,yes you can,

Put it out before you choke

Trust me mate, please don’t smoke

By Christopher Wolvett

A star was born

The screams became louder and louder

And he didn’t arrive until the 25th hour

I can’t believe it I feel so proud

He looks like both of us but he’s got my mouth,

When I first found out I was in  shock

But how worth it he was, such good looks,

A good boy hardly a sound

Two days early and over 8 pounds,

Skin to skin he lay on her chest

The very 1st feed had been off the breast

By Christopher Woolvett

NOTTINGHAM POET

Please don’t smoke

 want one so bad I begin to itch

But the more I have the more I get a stitch,

When I have one I feel satisfied

But the more I have the more I might die,

The one after tea is definitely the best

But the more I have,the more pains in my chest,

I used to run,I used to be fit

I need to cut down or definitely quit,

From freshness to blackness I can’t understand

My body was good,but now it is bad

All of them kill,no matter the brand,

You can kick it,yes you can,

Put it out before you choke

Trust me mate, please don’t smoke

By Christopher Wolvet

 

Leo the cat

Black and grey stripes on his bottom

 With a little bit of white

Sometimes when  out he goes out of sight

He sleeps and sleeps when it’s light

And usually comes alive at night,

First time he went missing he gave us a fright

Returning so weak  couldn’t even fight mice,

Off to the vets to sort him out

He makes me lough and makes me shout

When he scratches the couch and constantly meows,

For food, for fuss, to be free and let out

Up and down the stairs and catching flies,

He wants to play you can see it in his eyes

By  Christopher Woolvett

Dad

fatherhood.mmmmmmmmmmmm

He did everything for me, my brother and sis

Just chatting and watching football is what I really miss

So many great things to get his kicks

Such a fun guy always taking the mick,

He built his business up from scratch

No other man could ever match

His passion for life and love for us,

The love for my mum was so so much

But the day I was told I found it tough

I’ll be gone soon pretty strong stuff,

Too much too young but that is life

I’ll miss you dad until the end of time

 Christopher Woolvett

 

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