Both, by his fire.
She tall and slim.
His desire
To sin.
A fox’s bark
Pierces the dark.
And says, “my friend,
All ends in dust”.
Both, by his fire.
She tall and slim.
His desire
To sin.
A fox’s bark
Pierces the dark.
And says, “my friend,
All ends in dust”.
When a young lady swimming in a lake
Said, “I wonder, would you care to partake?”.
It was so very cold
But I, being most bold,
Jumped straight into that cold lake to partake!
A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
Away,
And the temperature has dropped.
The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.
I well remember the December
Snow.
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!
And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
Snow.
We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.
He did confess,
That a short
Dress.
And African waist beads
Are easily bought
For all needs
Can be traced
In the market place.
Whilst walking through dear old London town
I met a girl wearing a nightgown.
When I said, “aint it funny
How the bees they make honey?”,
She slipped right out of her nightgown!
When a young lady wearing high-heels
Said, “you don’t know how it feels
To wear these shoes,
Whilst drunk on booze”.
I said, “give me back my high-heels!”.