Poems from Sam Steele
Another gun, another shot, another bullet flies
Another place, another wound, another person dies
Another paper’s headline, another claim...
Now it’s 20-20. Hip, hip, hip hooray
Let’s start the New Year smiling and have a happy day
6 weeks later Valentines’ and although a bit...
Hey Met Man! You don’t need a fancy degree,
To spout what you spout every night on TV.
Why spend years at your Uni learning to speak,...
I’m a boy with a piece of string
My left hand holds it tight
I can only use my left hand
As I’m busy with the right
I could maybe make a...
Take a word and mix the letters and the result can be absurd
But an anagram is a word mixed-up that makes another word
Or if you blend a...