I would like to send a heartfelt thankyou to all of my readers for liking, commenting on and buying my work during 2018. I wish you all a very happy and peaceful Christmas.
All the very best to you all
Kevin
I would like to send a heartfelt thankyou to all of my readers for liking, commenting on and buying my work during 2018. I wish you all a very happy and peaceful Christmas.
All the very best to you all
Kevin
A young lady who’s name is Nell
Frequents a cheap hotel.
When she knocked on my friend’s door
At just gone 4,
But I promised not to tell …
—
When a young lady who’s name is Nell
Rang my girlfriend’s doorbell.
My partner, Claire
Screamed, “you are having an affair!”.
I said, yes, but its only Nell!”.
When I went to bed last night
I met a young lady called White.
Her friend Lou
Was there too
And said, it is sultry here tonight …”.
—
When I went to bed last night
I met a young lady called White.
Her friend Lou
Being there too
I wished them both good night …
There was a young man called Guy
Who said, “my works they will never die”.
But when I passed his grave
With my friend Dave
He asked, “who was that man named Guy?”
When a young man who’s name is Paul
Said “girls they all will fall”,
My friend Miss Spink
Gave him a wink.
As to why? I can’t recall …
—
When a young man who’s name is Paul
Said, “all girls will fall”,
A lady named Nell
(Who I know well)
Fell off my garden wall.
A young lady who’s name is White
Wears a dress both short and tight.
When a short-sighted man named Ted
Asked “is it red
She said, “no, but its far too tight!”.
My friend who is divine
Has invited me round to dine.
The food is good
And I would …
But her boyfriend’s back at nine …
A train going somewhere
Or nowhere
Then back
Along this well-worn track.
Not knowing
Where I am going
On this train that
Travels forward, then back
Along the same old track.
I alight
At night
At this well known station
But I know
That I shall go
Forward and back
Traversing this well-worn track
And I wil,
Without trumpet or thrill
Reach my destination
A young lady who’s name is rose
Is fond of touching her toes
But her dress being very short
I think that I ought
To warn that young lady Rose …
Fire.
Wet.
Desire
As empire’s
Sun will set.