I once met a girl with a lettuce
Who spoke to me of her peculiar fetish.
Some girls they love whipped cream
But to me it does seem
That you can’t beat a girl’s fetish lettuce!
I Once Met a Girl with a Lettuce
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Category Archives: musings
The Punter
I have checked the clock
And, hearing a car stop
And the rhythm
Of heels coming,
Have thought on time running
Away for she and me.
I have striven
When all alone,
To avoid the winking telephone
And the internet of regret.
But fearful dust
Brings on lust.
Soon Autum Will Come
Soon Autumn will come
And girl’s feet pass
Over leaves and grass.
But the churchyard clock
They will notice not.
Alone in My Bedroom
Alone in my bedroom
As the sunlight falls
On bed and walls.
No scent of perfume
To sweeten my room,
Just the morn
Turning to noon.
We are but sunlight
Taken by night.
Elane Who Liked to Dance in the Rain
There was a young lady named Elane
Who liked to dance in the rain.
When the weather was dry
She would weep and sigh,
Then sing, which brought on the rain!
The Wet Churchyard Earth
The wet churchyard earth
Speaks of nature’s rebirth.
The graveyard grass smells fresh.
I see life and death.
Drought
Dry leaves hang
On waiting trees.
The dead litter
The cracked ground.
Our bitter
Harvest of drought.
When you Say
When you say, “what next?”
I could suggest
That you and I explore
My bedside drawer.
But I must hide inside
My gentlemanly shell
And never tell
My Clock’s Old Chime
My clock’s old chime
Is out of time
With this modern age.
But I must engage
For I know
That the clock
Will not stop
Though I wish
It would do so.
Four Last Songs: the poems that comprise the final song cycle by Richard Strauss
My thanks to my friend Brian for introducing me to these poems by Hermann Hesse and Joseph Karl Benedikt Freiherr von Eichendorff, which where set to music by Richard Strauss https://intranslation.brooklynrail.org/german/four-last-songs-the-poems-that-comprise-the-final-song-cycle-by-richard-strauss/.
My favourite is, I think September by Hermann Hesse.
