Poetry Friday 8

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Gareth's Poetry Friday just keeps on trucking with more poems. 
Three for you this week all plagiarised from stories on this blog. 
Hope you like them.

The mad cubist.

A lithe,

agile body.

A perfect S,

with curves

that would

send

a cubist

insane.  

Brain Freeze

Screwing eyes tight shut

to squeeze away the hurt.

Hand on head,

shooting pain.

Confusion, disappointment,

betrayal.

And now the dilemma?

throw away the offending

ice lolly?

Or take one more

lick?

Getting old

Leaving behind

the last bastion of youth.

By slipping in to

my first pair

of Marks and Spencer
jeans.

Will there be a poetry Friday 9? Maybe.

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