Saddles

Heels and sin
She is to him.
He paddles
Without saddles.
And cares not
For what
May be,
For he
Is in his stride
And can not
See
Beyond the pond,
Where those who ride
In waters hot
Oft times find
They lose their mind,
In a momentary desire
To play with fire.
And the cost of lust,
Is dust.

Daisies

The daisies remain,
Although not the same
As those I saw
Carpetting Nature’s floor,
When, as a child
I ran wild
And free.

I can almost see
The Daisy Chain,I made from nature’s great store.
Better to have left them on her green floor.
As it is much easier to disrupt than construct.

And the chain I composed
On the school playing field
Did yield
To time.
Am I arrogant to suppose
That this little rhyme
May outlast the brief hour
Of a daisy flower?

A Young Man By The Name Of Hogg

A young man by the name of Hogg
Said, “I shall blog about my new dog.
But the going it got real tough,
So the dog, who was called Rough,
Took over that blog, belonging to Hogg.

When A Sultry Young Lady Named Claire

When a sultry young lady named Claire
Suggested we have a quick affair,
I said, “that naughty Miss Hocking,
Her behaviour is really quite shocking!
Do you happen to know her, Clair?”