Category Archives: poems

It Is No Rumour

It is no rumour
That all are humour
Palls, in the end,
My friend


When The Vicar’s Daughter Lost Her Frock

When the vicar’s daughter lost her frock
The whole parish received a great shock,
But ’twas found in my house
By the good vicar’s noble spouse,
Whilst drunk on the bishop’s fine hock!

I Know A Young Lady Named Beth

I know a young lady named Beth
Who refuses to pause for breath.
On meeting The dreaded Grim Reaper
On the London to Glasgow sleeper,
She bored the poor Reaper to death

In The Chaos Of Our Dreams

In the chaos
Of our dreams
We experience a loss
Of the control
That we, in waking hours maintain
And the oh so fragile pane,
Shatters, revealing our soul.
‘Tis good that none but we
Can see
How our consciousness streams,
Out of control, in dreams.

A Young Lady Who Comes From Ealing

A young lady who comes from Ealing
Is fond of trampolining.
At dead of night
I received a fright,
When she jumped right through my ceiling!

As I Strolled Home Late Last Night

As I strolled home late last night
A young lady under a red light
Said, whilst smiling provocatively at me,
“Are you looking for some company?”,
And the stars they shone very bright!