a woman's own world
so i haven't done any revision at all tonight...but i finished ICT today, so that's ok. i love my logic sometimes.
came online to do bitesize, at least i'll feel like i tried, but there's not much point for english-yes i can communicate ok, what am i doing now!?
i found a poem book on the bookshelf in my study though 'the best of JJ' (janice james). never heard of her. most of them are rubbish, pick a random one...'he's tall dark and handsome, brave, witty, a great dancer, but how can i marry him? he's capricorn-i'm cancer' doesn't really work...i can't relate, i'm taurus, and i thought that was the point of poetry like that. oh wait, and it's crap.
but there are some good ones (i so should have done this before eng lit lol)
here i am wearing my false eyelashes
and smiling my false smile,
saying the things i think you want to hear,
wondering all the while-
would you like the REAL me?
oh, why did i do it
when so much was at stake...
ruining my diet
for a chocolate milkshake! (ok so i'm not on a diet atm, but i drank a litre carton of chocosoyamilk earlier...to wash down the half bar of dark choc and dairy free choc covered biscuit) i didnt even like choc before i couldnt have it any more
i look great,
i look thin,
long as i hold
my stomach in!
nice girls get flowers,
but, methinks,
it's the minx
who gets the minks!
i disagree
with nudity.
it's disgusting,
malajusting.
who wants to see
a naked he,
or she, indeed...
so please take heed:
let modesty
your watchword be,
and on the beach
i do beseech,
keep up the tone-
at least till I've lost
half a stone!
equal pay,
labours shared,
free contraception,
bosoms bared.
families planned,
abortion on demand,
maternity leave-
we know where we stand
we sit and talk of women's rights-
and dream of men and love-warmed nights.
what will people say?
if it weren't for that thought,
so many people
would live life as they ought.
you've got money,
and you've got looks,
you're sought after,
you've written books...
you're not happy,
reason, i guess,
you're a failure
as a success
and my favourite...
i went to the queen's garden party
smiled at prince charles as he went by,
wronte a poem about the queen mother
queued for hours for a glimpse of di,
rhapsodied about the royal christening
but i guess no one was listening
for, alas, alack, i do regret,
i was not made poet laureate!
the woman's got issues if she thinks she could be hahahahaha
came online to do bitesize, at least i'll feel like i tried, but there's not much point for english-yes i can communicate ok, what am i doing now!?
i found a poem book on the bookshelf in my study though 'the best of JJ' (janice james). never heard of her. most of them are rubbish, pick a random one...'he's tall dark and handsome, brave, witty, a great dancer, but how can i marry him? he's capricorn-i'm cancer' doesn't really work...i can't relate, i'm taurus, and i thought that was the point of poetry like that. oh wait, and it's crap.
but there are some good ones (i so should have done this before eng lit lol)
here i am wearing my false eyelashes
and smiling my false smile,
saying the things i think you want to hear,
wondering all the while-
would you like the REAL me?
oh, why did i do it
when so much was at stake...
ruining my diet
for a chocolate milkshake! (ok so i'm not on a diet atm, but i drank a litre carton of chocosoyamilk earlier...to wash down the half bar of dark choc and dairy free choc covered biscuit) i didnt even like choc before i couldnt have it any more
i look great,
i look thin,
long as i hold
my stomach in!
nice girls get flowers,
but, methinks,
it's the minx
who gets the minks!
i disagree
with nudity.
it's disgusting,
malajusting.
who wants to see
a naked he,
or she, indeed...
so please take heed:
let modesty
your watchword be,
and on the beach
i do beseech,
keep up the tone-
at least till I've lost
half a stone!
equal pay,
labours shared,
free contraception,
bosoms bared.
families planned,
abortion on demand,
maternity leave-
we know where we stand
we sit and talk of women's rights-
and dream of men and love-warmed nights.
what will people say?
if it weren't for that thought,
so many people
would live life as they ought.
you've got money,
and you've got looks,
you're sought after,
you've written books...
you're not happy,
reason, i guess,
you're a failure
as a success
and my favourite...
i went to the queen's garden party
smiled at prince charles as he went by,
wronte a poem about the queen mother
queued for hours for a glimpse of di,
rhapsodied about the royal christening
but i guess no one was listening
for, alas, alack, i do regret,
i was not made poet laureate!
the woman's got issues if she thinks she could be hahahahaha