Monthly Archives: April 2025

There Once Was an Old Man in a Shroud

There once was an old  man in a shroud

Who said, “this music is far too loud!”.

They said to him, “Ted!

We thought you where dead!”.

He said, “yes! And  this music is too loud!”.

But a Little While

I have known

Hands cold as stone

And the kiss

That brings no bliss.

 

I have lost myself in lust

And forgot the dust

In a young woman’s painted smile

For a little while.

 

On this cold spring day

I know my grey

And all girl’s painted smiles

Will, as this day

Stay but a little while.

 

Magyar

When a young lady wearing no bra

Said, “do you know I’m a Magyar?”,

And I said, “so you are Hungary?”,

She replied, “no, I’ve just had tea!

But I just can’t find my bra!”

My Midnight Stroll

As I strolled home at just after midnight

I met a young lady under a street light.

We spent our time

In discussing fine rhyme,

As I explained to a police constable that night …!

The Cleaners Mop

The cleaners mop

And cobwebs are swept away.

Some patients lust

After pretty nurses. The dust

Must be kept at bay.

But broom and mop

Can not stop

The coming of dust.

 

 

Emily’s Carriage

The sunlight falls

Making shadows of trees and walls.

 

 

Emily Dickinson rode

In her carriage, on the road

To eternity.

 

 

One day I will ride beside

Miss Emily.

And I will see with Emily

Our vast eternity.

Miss Hopp Who Liked to Drink Pop

There was a young lady named Hopp

Who was extremely fond of drinking pop.

One day she tried beer

Which made her feel queer.

So henceforth she drank nothing but pop!

Lee Who Wrote an Obituary of Me

There once was a man known as Lee

Who went and wrote an obituary of me.

I am still alive

And continue to thrive.

But that Lee he drowned out at sea!

The Hospital Fountain

I recall the fountain’s fall

Reminding me of rain.

Hospital  patients come and go.

Sometimes, the water stops,

Then begins again.

But when sickles chop

Life’s flow stops.

 

Pigeon Pie

I know a young man named Guy

Who has a fondness for pigeon pie.

I hear from Fay

That he’s flown away.

Fay and I, we blame the pie!