As I am away this week and might not have time to write a story I am doing something a bit different. I’m sharing with you my short story poems. A short story poem is a sort of combination of a poem and a short story. I am not really a poet but I hope these make you smile. However, today’s are a little different, they are called unromantic lyrics. Watch the video to find out more.
Unromantic Lyrics
Don't go changing to try to please me,
You know you're never going to be my type.
You know you're never going to be my type.
So put on your red shoes,
and nip down the shops to buy me some fags.
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like
Oh where's the remote, the game's about to start.
Wherever I lay my hat,
you'll complain that I haven't put it away.
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like
Oh where's the remote, the game's about to start.
Wherever I lay my hat,
you'll complain that I haven't put it away.
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
then our neighbours called the police
Could it be magic oh
No, it’s animal instinct that will soon wear off.
Leaving you wondering
what you saw in her