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!”.
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!”.
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.
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!”
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
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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!