Monthly Archives: December 2022

Happy New Year

I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy new year. Thank you for reading, commenting and liking my poetry and other posts during 2022, and thanks also to those of you who have read my books.

 

I hope 2023 is a good year for you.

 

Very best wishes. Kevin

Miss Hall’s Crystal Ball

I met a young lady named Hall

Who said, “gaze into my crystal ball!”.

When I looked therein

I saw great sin,

So went home with gorgeous Miss Hall!

Janus

Janus waits in the wings.

As with previous dead years

He will bring

Laughter and tears.

 

 

Doors open and close.

The futurologist thinks he knows

What the future holds.

 

 

But Janus thumbs his nose,

And history goes

On as before,

And where it goes

Heaven only knows.

Sherry

A man whose name is Terry

Is extremely fond of his Sherry.

As for me

I like tea,

And sometimes I enjoy Miss Sherry …

Lou and Her Shoe

When a wicked young lady named Lou

Spanked me with her shoe,

And she said to Miss Jane,

“Pass me that big cane!”,

I begged Lou for more shoe!

Working Girls

Some come in wintertime

And bring delight

To an empty night.

Others in summertime

Fall with legs bare

In sultry air.

 

First timers are shy

And frequently do maintain

“I won’t do that again!”.

While guys inwardly sigh

And under their breath say,

“You will for pay”.

 

Kisses, laced with wine

Are sometimes divine

For good strong drink

Wards off think.

And a painted smile

Stays for a while.

My Dog (Still young)

My dog (still young)

Enjoys these fallen leaves

Flung across pavements

By Winter’s breeze,

Where they lie

As he and I

Pass by

On a December day.

I Once Met a Very Old Horse

I once saw a very old horse

With his clubs on the golf course.

When I said “good day”,

He said to me, “nay!”,

That rude and most cantankerous old horse!

She Bought Shoes

The cash machine.

The gleam

In her eye

As she

Followed him home.

Chanting  of  shoes.

 

Later, alone

At home

He considered ”choose”.

She bought shoes.

And when they are gone

The profession will live on.

Round

When a young man named Round

Said, “do say something really profound”,

I said, “men are dust

And full of much lust.

And yours is the next round!”.