When a young man whose name was Lee
Tried to blackmail me whilst out at sea,
He got eaten by a lion,
By the name of big Brian –
Which was strange as we were at sea …!
When a young man whose name was Lee
Tried to blackmail me whilst out at sea,
He got eaten by a lion,
By the name of big Brian –
Which was strange as we were at sea …!
A young lady whose name is Pearl
Is known as a very good girl.
Her dear friend Miss White
Walks the streets at night.
I hear she’s a very bad girl …!
The clock on the wall
Watches us all
As we eat and sleep.
Sometimes the clock’s
Steady tick tock
Is heard over words.
Or, when alone
Sometimes I see
Time’s great scythe
Moving closer to me.
I heard birds
And the clock,
And wondered,
When, and where
My heart
Will stop.
On a quiet Sunday
In Spring
I heard the clock’s
Tick tock.
It said, “this day
Of spring
Is full of sunshine.
Girls without socks
Play. But sunshine
Does not stay.
And all rhyme
Has it’s time”.
When I met with the Easter Bunny
She called me “sweet” and her “honey”.
She came back to mine,
And after kisses and wine,
That bunny she left with my money …!
Under spring sky
I touched blossom
Temporary as I.
I met a young nun in December
Who gave me a night to remember.
A very old monk
Snored in his bunk,
While that nun sang hymns in December
A clock without hands
Encircled by flowers
Holds command
Over poets and flowers.
We know not
The hour
But our clock
Will stop.
(The above poem was inspired by the floral clock in the Walled Garden of Woolton Woods, https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/6911662).
I know an old man named Lake
Who is known as a terrible rake.
He spends his days sinning
With all kinds of women.
How I envy that old rake Lake …!