I met a young lady named Honey
Who was dressed as the Easter Bunny.
I said, “are you up for fun?”.
And she produced a very big gun.
So that bunny got all my money!
A very happy Easter to all of my readers!
Kevin
The Easter Bunny
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There Once Was a Man Named Rory
There once was a man named Rory
Who was a traditional one nation Tory.
His lover Miss White
Was a true Thatcherite.
And her boyfriend he didn’t like Rory!
Miss Box
There once was a young lady named Box
Whose habit it was to ride a fox.
As she rode around town
In her most flimsy nightgown
The vicar yelled, “I still have your socks!”.
Whilst Whirling in a Very Fast Waltz
Whilst whirling in a very fast waltz
A young lady said, “are you false?”.
I said, “all our romance
‘Tis brief as this dance.
So lets just enjoy this sweet waltz!”.
Barefoot
I have never seen her barefoot, but …
Ted’s Bed
There once was a young man named Ted
Who lay dozing upon a brand new bed.
A young lady called Claire
Said, “do excuse me sir,
But are you going to buy that bed?”.
Is Paying for Sex Wrong?
Yesterday evening, I listened to a great debate on Intelligence Squared Youtube’s channel entitled “Its Wrong to Pay for Sex”.
The debate included an economist, a former madam (the owner of a US escort agency who spent some time in jail for providing working women to clients), a researcher into prostitution, An anthropologist and an author.
My own view is that it is not wrong to pay for sex provided that the person receiving payment, who is usually (but not always a woman), is of legal age and has not been coerced into providing sexual services.
As always, I would be interested in the views of my readers. You can find “Its Wrong to Pay for Sex Below”,
Gentleman’s Club
My dear friend, the talented and beautiful Miss Rose
Works in a club where they say anything goes.
There is lots of fine wine
And all the girls are divine.
And I’m off now to retrieve all my clothes ..
An Exclusive Offer for My Blog’s Readers
In celebration of the coming Easter, I am offering my blog’s readers an exclusive and limited offer.
I have been working with a well known manufacturer of luxury chocolate to produce a selection of my poems in beautifully carved chocolate bars.
Each bar is individually wrapped in a gold wrapper and comes in a high quality and eco friendly wooden box (the wood being produced from fast growing pines which are, of course replaced so as to avoid the dangers of deforestation).
The chocolate bars are delicious so you will be torn between the desire to tuck into them, or put away these limited edition eatables for posterity. Who knows they may, perhaps be valuable and be sold on auction sites when I am pushing up the daisies!
Due to the craftsmanship involved (and, of course my hard work in composing the poems), each bar retails for £20. You can, however buy a set of 5 for a mere £80.
Should you be interested, please contact me as soon as possible as my family and friends have already put in their orders for these highly desirable and limited chocolate bars!
Happy poetry reading and eating!
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I enjoyed reading book 1 in this series, and can recommend it
TEASER
The door opened and Mabryl entered shaking his cloak out as he did so. ‘It’s cold out there and it’s turning to snow if I’m not much mistaken. Unusual this far south.’
He hung his cloak on a stand by the door before turning to his three apprentices. ‘Have you finished the tasks I set you?’
Carthinal walked to the fire and added a fresh log to the flames. ‘Come and get warm, and, no I’ve not finished. I can’t settle down to anything until I hear about whether I can take the tests soon. Emmienne has finished though. I can’t say about Tomac.’
‘Nearly,’ Tomac jumped from his chair and carried his workbook to his master. ‘I was a little stuck on the moon phases though. It’s complicated trying to work out both moons at the same time.’
‘Stick to it, youngster,’ Emmienne said from the window seat…
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