There was a young lady named Eve
Who fell for a guy called Adam.
But she said, “its such a crime
As his name doesn’t rhyme with mine,
So I’ll marry his best friend Steve!”
Adam and Eve
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When Poets Don’t Read Poetry – by Melissa Donovan…
Unlike Melissa, I read poetry (and loved doing so) prior to ever putting pen to virtual paper. In my experience, the poet should expose himself to a variety of poetry, (traditional/rhyming and free verse). My personal preference is for rhyme, however there exists wonderful free verse work and one can learn something by reading diverse forms.
Words
I hear the birds
And think on windblown
Words outflown
By birds.
Devious Dan and His Cunning Plan
There was an elderly gentleman named Dan
Who hatched a devious and cunning plan
Involving lots of sinning
With beautiful young women.
And his wife she brained that Dan!
I Met a Young Lady in Heels
I met a young lady in heels
Who said, “old Father Time he steals
The rose away
Nothing may stay.
Which is why I wear only heels!”.
On Hearing Sirens Pass By
On hearing sirens pass by
I think on Philip Larkin
And Rhyme
While I
Have time.
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Philip Larkin’s poem Ambulances frequently comes to mind when ambulances pass me by. You can find an analysis of Larkin’s fine poem here, https://interestingliterature.com/2017/05/a-short-analysis-of-philip-larkins-ambulances/.
I Am Birdsong
I have heard
A solitary bird
Sing to me
From a tree
In the park
As the dark
Came softly down.
I have found
In his song
Melancholy and beauty
For that is part
Of mine own heart.
I am sweet birdsong,
Love, lust and dust.
Filthy Miss Pearl
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who is a wicked and filthy girl!
When she enters my study
Her feet are so muddy
That I berate that filthy Miss Pearl!
Philosophical Gwen
When a philosophical young lady named Gwen
Climbed to the top of Big Ben,
And a policeman called Lyme
Said, “tell me the time”.
“Time has no real existence”, said Gwen!
Miss Leigh’s Celibacy
A young lady whose name is Leigh
Has grown so tired of her celibacy
That she attends vicar’s parties
Whilst dressed as pink smarties,
Where she enjoys lots of hot tea!
K Morris - Poet 