There once was a most dissolute old rake
Who, on being rescued from a great lake,
Spoke of sinning
With gorgeous women –
So they threw him back in that lake!
Monthly Archives: May 2021
A Respectable Girl
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who is admired as a respectable girl.
When we meet
She’s always discreet.
So she’s admired as a respectable girl …
I Heard Your Heart Beat
I heard your heart beat
As you lay with me.
Each clock wound
Must run down.
And in our final heart beat
We find Old Father Time.
Bamboo
A young lady whose name is Jane
Is an expert in pleasure and pain.
My friend Lou
Loves the bamboo.
And her bottom is stinging from Jane!
I Know A Young Lady In Pink
I know a young lady in pink
Who goes by the name of Spink.
She is known in society
For her lack of sobriety.
And I’m also fond of a drink!
When A Young Lady With A Mouse
When a young lady with a mouse
Said, “have you all met my spouse?”.
I said, “he’s so very small!
There’s hardly anything there at all!”.
And then, I spoke of her mouse.
What is Sin?
What is sin?
A girl’s smile.
And the clink of coin.
And is there heaven
And hell?
Heaven is her smile.
And will you find
Hell behind?
She
Will not tell.
And he
Will find
In women and wine
That heaven
And hell
Join
In the chink
Of coin.
Angels dance on a pin,
And philosophers ask, “is there sin?
And the priest hears confession
Of an ancient profession.
Though some say farming is older.
And a girl’s bare shoulder
Tempts man into the descent
To heaven and hell.
And within
Is pleasure,
Or sin.
(perhaps they are the same).
A coin
On the collection plate.
Then, later, Lou or Kate
Join
Him
For coin.
And smile while
The world continues to spin.
6:30 As I begin To Compose
6:30 as I begin to compose
I have not the arrogance to suppose
That time will cease while I rhyme.
Pearl
When I found a young lady in red
Relaxing with my girlfriend in our large bed.
I said to her, “Pearl,
You are a wicked girl.
As you know that I don’t like red!”.
A Kind of Honesty
A delivery of pleasure.
She will come to me
For an hour or so.
We will spend our time.
But not in rhyme.
I, for my part
Know not her heart,
Nor she mine.
‘Tis merely pleasure.
The pleasure being mine.