There was a young man named Locke
Who found a mermaid under a rock.
When he asked her name
She hid in shame
As she wasn’t wearing a frock!
There Was A Young Man Named Locke
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Card
I maintain
That the card
Hit the hard
Bottom of the pillar box.
Yet I retain,
Here in my hand
That self-same card,
With crumpled envelope
I can not seal.
Nymphs Never Die
Nymphs never die.
They fade
Into woodland glade,
While I
Wait in fear
For nymphs to reappear.
Beauty Or Duty?
Beauty or duty?
We live but once so why die
For an ideal
When one may feel
Lips so soft
They awake
An ache
Beyond soothing?
The devil coughed,
“Excuse me”
Said she
“But time is moving
On and I must be away.
Unless, of course you ask me
To stay …”.
Stay A While
I beg you, stay a while
For I am without guile
And ‘tis no crime
To hide oneself in rhyme
The Abyss
Walking a tightrope,
The abyss
Of bliss
Below.
Should I let go
People would recall
That I had a spectacular fall …
To keep hold
Is, I am told
The right thing to do.
That may well be true
But oh
How I long to go
Into the abyss
Of bliss
Spring And Winter
Tis a strange thing
To see winter dance with spring.
The winter wind does freeze
Spring’s heart,
Yet she will play her part
And with her bloom
Tease
And please,
Creating her own tomb.
There Was A Young Man Named Guy
There was a young man named Guy
Who was employed as a British spy.
He received money from the Russians,
And payments from the Prussians.
That double-crossing young spy named Guy!
There Was A Young Lady Named Lou
There was a young lady named Lou
Who created a website in 1902.
She had her own email address,
Although I must confess
That I am lying to you!
Choice
He hears her voice
And wonders what she does know
Of where men go
In their head. Choice
Is a word
Oft times heard.
Possessing seeming
Meaning,
It conceals scheming.
But women know
‘Tis not always so
And suspect
There maybe respect.
It helps them cope
For hope
Is the last thing to die.
