Hello everyone and welcome to my 51st crap poem.
Although much of my content lately has been Christmas centred, today I’m posting a poem about the essence of breaks, in all their forms.
Remember, if you’re looking for a distraction or something silly to make you smile, I have dedicated pages of crap poems, silly jokes and haikus written specifically for this purpose. And for mental health support I have a page of regularly updated contact details of organisations and charities that can help. Talking might seem hard, but it’s the start of the road to recovery, and the people who offer support often make it easy to open up and talk about the next steps.
Anyway, here’s the poem. Have a lovely day!
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The Break
What is this break
Within my hair?
Just more split ends
It’s lost its flair
But what’s a break
While I’m at work?
Just time away
From the office jerk
So what’s a break
In summertime?
Just sandy fun
While weathers fine.
And what’s a break
During tv?
Just stretching arms
And brewing tea.
Hey what’s that brake
Inside your car?
Just slowing down
Not going far.
Oh what’s her break
Within her hip?
Replace the joint
Bionic trip!
D’you hear that break
During the news?
Who’s right, who’s wrong?
I’m still confused.
Was that a break?
Did downpour end?
The flood is high,
So who’ll defend?
A record break!
Such mental strength!
Only a few
On this wavelength.
Did his voice break
at just thirteen?
Just hearts to crack
and poor hygiene.
Now what’s this break
Within my heart?
It begs an end
To time apart.
What is this life
Without such breaks?
No soul to crash
No earth to quake.
Next time you break
Take time to feel.
Such breaking pain
Just makes you real.
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Thanks for reading 💜
Creative Steph 