Category Archives: poetry

I Know A Young Lady Named White

I know a young lady named White

Who only comes out late at night.

She dislikes garlic and steak

But loves to partake

Of necks as the clock strikes midnight!

Monday Humour

When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He said, with a sigh
“I don’t know why
My wife, she sleeps under our bed”!

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When a sailor whose name is Mark
Said, “this world is bleak and dark”,
His second cousin Jim
Jumped in to swim
And was eaten by a shark!

The Bald Fact Of A Mechanical Act

The bald fact
Of a mechanical act.
Its impact
Will reverberate
Down the years
In tears
And hate.
And in contempt for herself
And his comparative wealth
That led to the bald fact
And its impact
On she who knew
What she was required to do
And went
Where she was sent
For a handful of dust
To satisfy his lust.

When A Man Whose Name Is Ted

When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He whispered, “upon my life,
You are not my wife.
Speak softly, as she’s sleeping in bed”!

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When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He said, with a sigh,
“I am an open-minded guy,
But my wife she is sleeping in bed”!

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When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He said, “is that you Nell?,
I can not tell
Whether you be living or dead”!