I never count my steps as I pass
Along the churchyard path.
Though as I have past
By faded old gravestones
And seen the churchyard trees
Bare of summer’s leaves,
I have known all steps lead me home.
I never count my steps as I pass
Along the churchyard path.
Though as I have past
By faded old gravestones
And seen the churchyard trees
Bare of summer’s leaves,
I have known all steps lead me home.
I will close my curtain
And shut out the night.
But it is certain
That light
And dark
Will continue their fight
In my so human heart,
Until light and dark
Are swallowed by night.
On a cold autumn day
I find that time
Has stopped. But my clock
May be wound today.
Yet, one day
I will not
Know the day or time.
She will wear heels for me.
I will have fun
And when I am done
Thoughts of the setting sun
And of eternal dust
Will come to cool my lust.
I found a sock
Too small to be mine.
Perhaps, after wine
Some lover of mine
Forgot her sock. But what
Do lovers do
When missing 1 sock?
Do they wear 1 shoe?
After their labours
They kissed him goodbye.
And his neighbours
Asked themselves why
2 young women laboured
Then kissed age goodbye.
When a beer loving Socialist named Grub
Went and entered a prestigious Conservative club,
And they said, “why are you here!”,
He said, “I came here for beer,
As the beer here is very good!”.
Following a night of great drunkenness and debauch
I found a young lady on my porch.
Her name it was Lou
And she’d lost a shoe.
I wonder, was she part of my debauch?
In the morning, after a night of sinning
With a group of most beautiful young women,
I met vicar Glynn,
Who condemned my sin.
But his young wife just couldn’t stop grinning!
I found 2 young ladies in red
Waiting in my fine old double bed.
They said, “we are Coral
And are both very moral”.
Dear reader, that is what they said …