When a young lady who sat mixing paste
Said, “your poetry is not to my taste!”,
Just for a caper
I grabbed some wallpaper,
And stuck it to her using that paste!
When a young lady who sat mixing paste
Said, “your poetry is not to my taste!”,
Just for a caper
I grabbed some wallpaper,
And stuck it to her using that paste!
As the autumn weather grows colder,
And I older,
The thought of warm bed clothes
With a Kate,
Or a rose
Still appeals.
I have known heels
To measure
My pleasure.
But pleasure passes,
For rakes and lasses,
And the graveyard grasses
Claim our name.
There is a young lady named Lou
Who is known for her easy virtue.
My good friend Dan
Is a generous man
Whose known for his charity to Lou …!
There is a young lady named Kipper
Who is famous for using a slipper.
I have heard tell
She does it well.
And the vicar he’s lost his slipper!
5 degrees.
Wet trees
Drip yesterday’s rain.
The autumn came
Bringing acorns
And precious rain
To woodland lawns.
There once was a man named Ted
Who recited Chaucer standing on his head.
But a driver called Gus
Said “not on the bus!”,
So he quoted the great Dickens instead!
On hearing birdsong
I am glad
That I am here
To hear
Their sad, glad song.
We die
And our love
Dies with us.
No, it lives on
When we are gone
In those we love.
And the birds
Sing on
With no care
For where
We have gone.
There was a young lady of Bangkok
Who collected many a fine gentleman’s sock.
Some men lost their shoes
Whilst drunk on strong booze,
But most of them lost a sock.
When a young lady named Flair
Said, “would you like an affair?”.
I said, “I’m full of anticipation.
But its busy in Paddington station.
And it might upset the bear!”.
(Anyone familiar with London’s Paddington station will be aware that a statue of Paddington bear stands near to platform 1).
I met a young lady with petite feet
Who said, “please promise you will be discreet”.
I went back with Grace
To her sweet little place.
She lives at 7, such and such street …