I wrote this as a bit of fun,
I wasn't having a dig at anyone.
Rambling along,
It really is a disgrace.
To go into a charity shop.
to find a fake grenade,
That blows up in your face
I know that this is fake,
I heard it once on fake news.
I also heard that when you die,
Your allowed take the last
thing that you saw.
Or heard off,
up to heavens gate.
Of cause I know,
this isn't true.
I read it in a newspaper,
So it's definitely was a fake.
I wander around above ground,
taking the golden stair.
Still clutching the fake grenade,
The one that didn't go off.
That blew me up,
Up to heavens gate.
After all I know how,
To get in. they won't
Lock me out
I'll use the fake grenade.
As for this story?
I wrote it,
So it must be a fake.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-09-06 at 03:43
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I wasn't having a dig at anyone.
I confess it must be a fake
I know you find me,Rambling along,
It really is a disgrace.
To go into a charity shop.
to find a fake grenade,
That blows up in your face
I know that this is fake,
I heard it once on fake news.
I also heard that when you die,
Your allowed take the last
thing that you saw.
Or heard off,
up to heavens gate.
Of cause I know,
this isn't true.
I read it in a newspaper,
So it's definitely was a fake.
I wander around above ground,
taking the golden stair.
Still clutching the fake grenade,
The one that didn't go off.
That blew me up,
Up to heavens gate.
After all I know how,
To get in. they won't
Lock me out
I'll use the fake grenade.
As for this story?
I wrote it,
So it must be a fake.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 22 times
Written on 2026-09-06 at 03:43
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