When a young lady named Miss Grace
Said, “I work hard on the coalface”.
And I said, “you’re a miner?”,
She said, “No! my name is Jemima!
And my cousin’s name it is Grace!”.
When a young lady named Miss Grace
Said, “I work hard on the coalface”.
And I said, “you’re a miner?”,
She said, “No! my name is Jemima!
And my cousin’s name it is Grace!”.
When I met a young lady online
Who goes by the name of Divine,
And she called me her honey,
And she asked me for money,
I didn’t swallow that young lady’s line …!
Soon November
Will become December
And January
Will follow on.
How soon
Another year
Is gone!
When I met a young lady named Witty
Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,
I said, “many women grace
My fine old country place.
Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.
There once was a mad conspiracist named Lee
Who said, “the worlds controlled by a bee!”.
He died last spring
From a poisonous sting,
From a bee which is now after me …!
Thoughts of pleasure
In cold weather.
A desire
For fire.
Girls hide in fur
From winter’s chill air.
Though the charm
Of a bare
Leg or arm
May still be seen
In the blind poet’s dream.
I will touch
For pure pleasure
In all kinds of weather.
Until I touch the dust.
A young lady whose poetry is divine
Is famous for her naked readings online.
A moderator named Pam
Has disabled the webcam,
As she doesn’t find those poems divine!
When a young lady named Miss Wood
Said, “you know you haven’t been good!”.
And her and Miss Jane
Both reached for a cane,
I ran and hid in the wood!
When my friend whose name is Miss Kath
Said, “I feel we all need a bath”,
And her and Miss Cope
Jumped in with the soap,
They threw us out of that swimming bath!
All this must pass away.
Yet, there is still time
To rhyme
Of nymphs in short dresses
Who play
In glades
Of the poet’s fertile mind.