Murray

Murray here, Murray there
People cannot help but stare

Murray lost or Murray won
Watching Murray's always fun

Urinate Pt. II

He needs to urinate yet again
Like emptying ink out of a pen
But to move the nib across the paper
Is more than he can ever endeavor
For be it cursive, print or caps,
Getting out of bed is a lot of effort.

Two Pound Lemonade

Two pound lemonade
Is this price real?
Or just a charade?
And all that he wanted
Was a drink in the shade.
But no use drinking here
Where drink comes at a price
Too high for a beverage that isn't beer
Or doesn't come with ice.

The author of this verse is clearly outraged by the cost of drinks in today's consumerist and capitalist conundrum that is Cameron's Britain.

Cider and Beer

Cider and beer
Was a bad idea
Or so it seems
To his brain unclean
From the discomfort of
A hangover bad
Perhaps cider and beer
Is not a worthwhile fad

Ants

Wakes up abruptly
With an ant on his face
Many would deem this
An utter disgrace
But he himself knows
There was nothing he could do:
That's the price of living in a port-a-cabin
For you.

As we can ascertain from the opening line of the verse, the author has suffered an 'abrupt' awakening brought about by the presence of 'an ant on his face'. Presuming that the 'ant' in question is in fact a metaphor for the physical manifestation of his inner fears, the poet has in fact awoken himself. Deep.

Hundredth

Hasn't slept
In two whole days
Or maybe more
His life's a haze
Of essays, notes and
Evaluations galore
If only sleep
Work did not deplore.
This post's significant
One might say
It's the hundredth verse
Hooray.

Editing

Exports one video
And then another
Wants to huddle beneath bed's
Quilted covers
But yet more work is there to do
If he's to make his video
Into a final brew.