Awaking in a pool full of seals
I saw a young lady in heels.
When I said, “am I drunk!”,
She replied, “as a holy monk,
You should avoid pools full of seals!”
Awaking in a Pool Full of Seals
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A new poetry book : Behind Closed Doors
I am delighted to announce that my new poetry book, Behind Closed Doors, is available on Amazon as an ebook. This book includes some of my cake artworks that were designed to share a specific message about lockdown, overuse of technology, global warming, and plastic pollution.
![Behind Closed Doors by [Robbie Cheadle]](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/41-rr7EbgdL.jpg)
The Blurb
What goes on behind closed doors: in the boardroom, after death, in the home, during lockdown, and in nature? This collection of poems, ranging from rhyming verse to twisted nursery rhymes, captures the emotions and thoughts people hide behind the masks they present to the world.
A teaser
You can listen to my poem, Achieving tranquility here:
Whilst Walking Through Thunder and Heavy Rain
Whilst walking through thunder and heavy rain
I met a young lady named Jane
Who said, “oh kindly fella
Do lend me your umbrella!”.
That Jane she must be perfectly insane!
Miss White and the Gentleman’s Club
A young lady known as Miss White
Lost her stockings and dress last night
In an exclusive club
Called the Gentleman’s Rub.
And I did write all last night …
An Arrangement
She lost her dress
After food and wine.
She had to confess
That the line
Between an ordinary
And an extraordinary
Date, was …
All kinds of paid
Arrangements are made.
She was
Down on her luck.
And a lonely man
Can easily book
A discreet meet.
The Crocodile
Whilst swimming in the great river Nile
I met with a hungry old crocodile.
When he opened his jaws wide
I slipped a big bell inside.
Now he chimes, which makes people smile!
A Short Rhyme
A short rhyme
Of eternal rain
By a poet
Who spent time
In an ancient wood
On a summer’s day.
When a Young Lady Wearing Fashionable Shoes
When a young lady wearing fashionable shoes
Got drunk on some very strong booze,
They said to her, “dear Rose,
May we suggest that some clothes
Would go well with those fashionable shoes!”
The Potentate
One of my earlier poems.
Lucifir came for a potentate bold.
He said “you have had power and wealth untold,
Now you must render me your immortal soul”.
The potentate sighed,
And made reply,
“My soul it died,
you will find nothing inside.
It perished long ago,
And vanished like the summer snow.
Once I had ideals,
and yearned to build utopia in green fields.
I have waded in much blood,
And sacrificed the weak for the common good.
My soul you had long ago.
I take your hand,
Now let us go”.
There Once Was a Rake Named Howe
There once was a rake named Howe
Who liked to dress as a cow.
He tempted young farming women
Into all kinds of sinning.
So the farmers they skinned that cow!
