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​If I Was The Only Clown In Town

~ Frank Solanki ~ 21 Comments

If I was a lonely clown

In a lonely town

It would be so unsatisfactory

I’d do some silly tricks

An ass would give me kicks

Just for introductory

I’d sing Do-Do-Di-Da-Da

Little John’s from Africa

If I was the only clown in town

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If I was a lonely clown

In a lonely town

It would be so disappointing

They’d pay to get their laughs

But forget about their halves

There’d be no finger-pointing

I’d sing Do-Do-Di-Da-Da

Little John goes ‘Blah, blah, blah’

If I was the only clown in town

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If I was a lonely clown

In a lonely town

I’d feel so miserable

There’d be nobody

To put a smile on me

But thankfully its not so unfavourable

I sing Do-Do-Di-Da-Da

A hundred clowns, here they are

I am not the only clown in town

​If I Was A Poet/ Six Words Story #10

~ Frank Solanki ~ 26 Comments

I’d write ‘If I Was’ poems

​If I Was A Lazy Cloud

~ Frank Solanki ~ 37 Comments

My brothers will float around

But I will stand my ground

And make Lazy John and Crazy Sean and a lot of other folks proud

If I was a lazy cloud

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They’ll pour all over Spain

But I’ll refuse to rain

I’ll yawn and sleep and refuse to weep, though my mother cries aloud

If I was a lazy cloud

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One fine summer day

A poet will come my way

He’d look at me floating lazily (yawn) and begin to write about

‘If I was a lazzzzzzzzz……..

​If I Was A Dragon

~ Frank Solanki ~ 42 Comments

If I was a dragon

I’d wake up in the morning

Spit fire and give a warning

Get ready and then get dressed

To abduct a helpless princess

It would be so much fun

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

I’d fly round and round

Jump a 100 feet off the ground

Brag about my shiny tail

To a lizard and a snail

It would be so much fun

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

I’d fly away with my wings

Where lives the king of kings

I’d laugh at his empire

And set it on fire

It would be so much fun

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

I’d abduct the beautiful princess

Cause the kingdom much distress

Take her to my cave

Ask her to behave

It would be so much fun

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

It would be so much fun

Thinking of what I’ve done

A hero would come to my cave

To show that he is strong and brave

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

I’d fight the stupid hero

He’d throw his sword and arrow

But I’d blow them up in flames

As if it were a game

It would be so much fun

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

Suddenly I’d stop spitting fire

Some power the hero would acquire

He’d kill me and create a mess

Rescue the crying princess

I’d be wrongly undone

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

The hero would stand on my stomach

Talk about his bravery and luck

Put a sword to my chest

Say it was for the best

It wouldn’t be so much fun

If I was a dragon

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If I was a dragon

They’d write tales about our fight

Celebrate day and night

Call me a villain

For all that I have done

If I was a dragon

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So if I had to choose someone

Though it would be a lot of fun

I would never pick a dragon

​If I Was A Fading Rockstar

~ Frank Solanki ~ 15 Comments

If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d have my own brands

Start new trends

And drive in fancy cars

If I was a fading rockstar

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If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d fix my chin

Repair my skin

And make it glow like a star

If I was a fading rockstar

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If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d meet my chums

Drink and chew gums

And make fun of who we are

If I was a fading rockstar

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If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d cheat on my wife

Waste my life

As I blow off another cigar

If I was a fading rockstar

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If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d get divorced

Or rather be enforced

Alimony would leave a scar

If I was a fading rockstar

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If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d be bankrupt

And out of luck

Pay my bills by selling guitars

If I was a fading rockstar

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If I was a fading rockstar

If I was a fading rockstar

I’d be old and grey

To Jesus, I’d pray

And wish that life was less bizarre

If I was a fading rockstar

Peace, Peace, Peace

~ Frank Solanki ~ 92 Comments

I walked around with a gun in my hand

Looking for Peace

Please, please, please

Would someone show me Peace?

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I met a boy and I asked him

If he had any Peace

He said, “I only have a little drum for a toy

I play it all the time

It helps the day pass away

But Peace? No, Sir. I haven’t heard of that toy

You might as well go ahead and ask some other boy”

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I went ahead with a gun in my hand

Looking for Peace

Please, please, please

Would someone give me Peace?

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I met a young lady

Walking with her man

Happy and smiling

She must know Peace then

I asked her if she knew where I could find Peace

“Peace?”, she said, “I only know Stan

Why would I keep tabs about any other man?

But if you are looking for a lost friend

You might find him in that shrine

Everyone finds everything there”

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I went to the shrine with a gun in my hand

Looking for Peace

Please, please, please

Would someone bring me Peace?

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I looked around the shrine

There was nobody there but me

And my faithful shadow

Who refused to leave

The winds made the bells ring

My heart began to beat

I sat there with Silence

While I threw my gun away

My shadow left to grab it

Peace came to stay

Foxes In My Head

~ Frank Solanki ~ 38 Comments

All the people that I tagged as friends

Are now laughing back at me

They stare into the distance

The distance that now is me

I don’t really have a companion

No solid shoulder to cry on

No one to hear my story

When I wake up lonely at dawn

Do I really even sleep at night?

Am I permanently dreamed?

I caught foxes in my head last night

While their mother quietly screamed

I don’t want someone to ask me

If I could see the light

Just someone to hold me in the dark

And everything will be alright

There are gaps between my fingers

That are too large for you to fill

You’d wake up smiling tomorrow

But I’d be crying still

There are holes in my heart

That are too large for you to fill

You’d wake up smiling tomorrow

I don’t know if I ever will

My Fiction Fairy

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

I cannot remove ‘Death’

From my dictionary

Peggy is my queen

My fiction fairy

My Name’s On Her Lips

~ Frank Solanki ~ 55 Comments

She’s got me in the morning

She keeps me during the day

She finds me in the night

She doesn’t let me go away

My name’s on her lips

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She blows through the window

She knocks at the door

She crawls through the mouse hole

She screams through the floor

My name’s on her lips

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Her nails pierce my veins

Her eyes; my soul

Her nose sniffs my sins

My body, she controls

My name’s on her lips

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My name’s in her thoughts

My name’s in her dreams too

My name’s on her list

“Peggy, is that you?”

My name’s on her lips

Peggy, Peggy, Come To Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

Peggy, Peggy, come to me

Tell me your secrets and set me free

If you want to know some secrets of mine

Sit with me till the end of time

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Sit with me till the end of time

If you want to know some secrets of mine

Tell me your secrets and set me free

Peggy, Peggy, come to me