She in need of rent.
He calculates his money spent
On the dance without romance.
But still he pays
In so many ways,
And finds a kind
Of content in the charms
Of a girl’s reluctant arms.
And calculates his money spent.
While she pays her rent.
On hearing the bells chime
I think on time.
Although there is no
Clock in the church tower
To measure my brief hour.
A sweet caress.
A girl’s undress.
But a ring?
To be tied
By tight string?
I have tried
That thing
And felt
The scorpion’s
Sharp sting.
So broke
The rope
That ties
And ended
All lies.
Safe in my place
I hear foxes bark
In the autumn dark.
In this semi-urban space
The foxes laugh and say
All this will pass away.
We take delight
In friendship
And love.
Then comes the night.
There once was a very wise old rooster
Who decided to go for his Covid booster.
, But when he got there
A young nurse named Claire
Said, “this booster is not meant for you rooster!”
(I went for my Covid booster yesterday and, strange to say, not a rooster was in sight.
To be serious for a moment, if you are eligible for a booster, and have not yet had it, I would urge you to do so. The vaccine is helping to keep us all safe. Yes it doesn’t offer absolute protection, but we are now in a much better position than we where prior to the introduction of Covid vaccines).
When I went to a swingers party
With my friend who is rather arty,
She stood in a corner
With an artist named Warner.
As for me, I’m not that arty …!
Ere I wrote a word
I heard the morning bird
Who knows not of plot,
Yet he
Inspires poetry.
Keats had his Nightingale.
But All hearts fail.
Though poetry lives on
When poets are gone
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The lighted department store.
The welcoming pub door
All attract and distract
Us from the fact
That lights go out
And the merry shout
Of the drinker passes
As the final glasses
Of our day
Are cleared away.
