There once was an old man named Hogg
Who said, “I’ve been flogged by a dog!”.
They said to him, “sir,
You should take more care!
And you really should stay off that grog!”.
There once was an old man named Hogg
Who said, “I’ve been flogged by a dog!”.
They said to him, “sir,
You should take more care!
And you really should stay off that grog!”.
When a young lady whose known as Nat
Went and left her perfume in my flat,
My sweet girlfriend Leigh
Began to berate me!
But it wasn’t me, it was that Nat!
In my frayed old dressing gown I found
A broken hairband.
I know not where
I met her.
Names I forget.
But this broken hairband commands reflection and regret
For her and all those before.
And others, if there are more
I could stop
This clock
Once and for all.
Lonely and bored
I called
On Dowson’s rhyme
Of women and wine.
The cork popped
You poured.
And Time’s scythe chopped
Another day away
In play.
A warm bed for the night
Gives some respite
From the indifferent street, where feet
Sound on lonely stone.
She sleeps in sheets.
Her brief respite
After his delight.
When a churchyard tree
Dripped rain on me
I thought that I ought
Not to swear
For the rain will remain
When that tree
And me are where
We will know no rain.