There was a young lady truly divine
Who spent much of her time online.
When on the internet
Her name was Yvette.
But she was Ted when not online …
Girls Online
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He Digs
He digs.
She
Indifferent is,
But likes what he
Will give
To dig.
He digs
A hole
And, therein, looses his soul.
She
Indifferent is
But likes what he
Will give,
To dig.
He has dug
Many a hole.
Her hug
Is cold.
But she
Likes what he
Will give
To dig.
A Cosmic Villanelle
I enjoyed this poem by Veronica, hence the share.
I would give my last breath to be with you - We can't find solace in a wistful dream: No pain is greater than a brief adieu! Amidst the galaxy's celestial view, By night and day, my earthly fears grow thin: I would give my last breath to be with you. The sorrowful farewell hits me anew: Your trembling hands, eyes - desperate and grim - No pain is greater than a brief adieu! This ruthless anguish I cannot subdue: Your spirit comes to me - sublime, yet dim. I would give my last breath to be with you… Alas, the woeful memories pierce through My heart, immured…
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Lou Who Was Not Political
There was a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I never will politics do.
My nextdoor neighbour
Always votes Labour.
But I’m a Conservative through and through!”.
The Pubs Are All Closed
Girls in short clothes
Still go by.
But, the pubs are all closed
And I
Feel the unreal, steal
Over England.
One should not
Shake a hand.
But the weather is hot
And girls in short clothes
Go by.
But the pubs are closed
And I
Voice the unspoken,
“How many little communities will reopen?
And how many die?”.
The pub is part
(And sometimes the heart)
Of local society.
How much variety
Will we lose?
Its not merely booze
But birds of diverse feather
Coming together,
Through diversity in unity.
I have the park.
But thoughts dark
Come to me.
Girls in short clothes
Still go by
But the pubs are closed
And variety
Can, so easily die.
There Was A Young Lady Named Maude
There was a young lady named Maude
Who, feeling extremely bored
Said, to miss Bess,
Let us both undress”.
And the general unsheathed his great sword.
My Art
When a young lady by the name of miss Heart
Said, “I really don’t like your poetry, which you call art!”.
It is so very old hat,
And young women don’t like that!”.
I said, “the world’s going to hell in a handcart!”.
There Was A Young Lady of Berlin
There was a young lady of Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
Whilst running for a train
She fell down a drain,
And dropped her bottle of gin!
—
There was a young lady of Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
Whilst running for an express train
She got stuck in a drain,
Which made a wicked man grin!
—
When a young boy from the Netherlands
Said, “why do young women in the windows stand?”.
And why does that winking red light
Never cease to shine, both day and night?”,
His father said, “this is Holland, young Bland”.
Thursday Humour
There was a young lady of Berlin
Who commited a most wicked sin.
It concerned a young man of Vienna
And the theft of a tenner.
And it caused the Devil to grin.
—
There was a young man called Mark
Who met a lady in the dark.
I could say she was pretty
And that her conversation was witty.
But I wasn’t there with Mark!
My Communist Friend
My friend whose name is Grist
Is a deep red Communist.
He made all of his money
Through trading in sweet honey,
And Honey is now suing Grist!
K Morris - Poet 