I know a young man named Hogg
Who composed a poem about the smog.
His work is too dense
And fails to make sense,
And he lost me deep in the fog!
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I Know A Young Man Named Hogg
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Punting
Some men love the horserace.
‘Tis the thrill of winning
After which they chase.
Others prefer another kind of punting,
A hunting
After fallen women.
‘Tis a type of bet,
Which some call sinning,
Which may end in regret
Or pleasure, but never winning
When You Saw Her With Me
When you saw her with me
And I asked, “did she
Look Happy?”
You answered “yes”
Which, I must confess
Made me
Smile, for she
Did not smile
Away her time
With me
For the love of my rhyme,
And a smile may beguile,
Reveal or conceal
Simultaneously, while
All you see
Is a smile
That does grace
A girl’s pretty face . . .
Sunday Afternoon Humour
I met a young lady named Lou
Who Said, “I will model for you”.
I found it quite shocking
When she took off a stocking,
But then she lost a shoe!
—
I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I will model for you”.
I found it real shocking
When a girl called Hocking
Came and joined in too!
—
I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I will model for you”.
I found it real shocking
When she removed a stocking,
But then she took off my shoe!
When A Young Man Named Mitch
When a young man named Mitch
Said, “poetry will make me rich!”,
A young lady called Moriah
Sighed, “I must marry the squire,
For poetry does not make one rich!”.
Standing Under This Rain Drenched Tree
Standing under this rain drenched tree
I hear the breeze
That rustles the leaves
Whisper to me.
Then, a sneeze,
Brings me back to reality.
We Start Our Play
We start our play
At break of day
In joy or sorrow,
And when sleep does us take
We pray
That we shall wake
To play
Another day.
