There is something poignant about the sunshine.
A girl’s soft kiss
Is divine.
The bliss
Of fingers
That linger,
Intertwined in mine.
The light lingers,
A girl’s fingers
Still intertwine.
The night breeze
Will freeze
This heart
And art
Of mine.
A young lady dressed in stilettos and socks
Said, “I am extremely fond of grandfather clocks.
And, if I had the time
I’d write many a great rhyme,
And I’d wear more than stilettos and socks!”.
A review of a book on the history of censorship, on the site Interesting Literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/03/censored-literary-history-subversion-control-fellion-inglis-review/.
I heard a click of heels,
And thought of skin,
Slippery as eels.
I heard a knocking in the night
And thought how thin
Is the material separating one from
The delight
Of sin.
Virtue wears the same, Boring
Old smile.
She will have you snoring.
But sin, she has style!
Over time
Visitations of the divine
Turn stale,
Leaving pale
Ghosts, lost, in rhyme.
A young lady named Lou
Said, “sweetheart, I do love you!
Quick, give me a kiss,
It will be such bliss!
But I must leave by 2!”.
When a waitress who is really nice
Said, “sir, would you like some spice?,”
I made reply,
“No, not I,
But chili and rice would be nice”.
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m feeling kind of blue”,
I said, “that’s quite enough of that,
You must put back on your hat,
As the bishop’s due here at 2!”.
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m inocent, its true!”.
I said, “you and Bess
Must now wash and dress.
And I deny knowing you two!”.
When a young lady named Anita
Sat on a very hot heater,
She said a word
That I’ve rarely heard,
And was chastised by her teacher!
