I saw a ghost, that was somewhere
Yet not there.
I will deny
That it appeared to me
For, you see
Things of the night
Should stay out of sight
Of polite
Company.
I Saw A Ghost
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A Doctor Who’s Name Is Kirt
A doctor who’s name is Kirt
Said, “this really won’t hurt”
But his huge syringe
Caused me to cringe
And that needle it really did hurt!
Come and be interviewed for my new 2019 Author Interview Series
It’s a new year and time for a new series of author interviews.
One of the features of my blog that I have enjoyed the most is my author interview series.
Over the past few years, I have posted over 200 interviews. We have learned about many authors, both traditionally and independently published. We have learned what makes them tick and what techniques have worked for them in creating and promoting their work.
For 2019, I’m looking to post weekly author interviews based on responses to 10 questions. To change it up a bit this year, I’m giving authors 20 questions from which they can choose 10. This will make each interview somewhat unique. These 20 questions are brand new to my blog interviews. This means, if I’ve already interviewed you, you are welcome to participate as we will learn even more about you.
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A Young Lady Who Wears Stilettos
A young lady who wears stilettos
Goes walking through the ghettos.
Her name it is Claire
And she is well known there
And she wears only stilettos …
I Know A Young Lady of Rye
I know a young lady of Rye
Who eats nothing but pie.
She has grown so very plump
That she can neither walk nor jump.
And she works at a baker’s in Rye!
On Entering My Room Last Night
On entering my room last night
I received a bit of a fright.
As there on my bed
In her nightdress blood red
Lounged a vampire with fangs pearly white!
When a Young Lady Who’s Name is Joan
When a young lady who’s name is Joan
Composed a poem on her phone,
And sent it to me, at just gone 3
It made me weep and moan!
‘Tis Bliss to Kiss
‘Tis bliss
To kiss
And, if the mood be right
To spend the night
With a special one.
And, when she is gone
The remembrance
Of that kiss
Does persist,
A semblance
Of bliss
That was, but never is.
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A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Hocking
A young lady who’s name is Hocking
Engaged in conduct most shocking.
She came round to me
At just gone 3
And left behind her stocking.
