On my way back home last night
I saw a young woman in white.
She stood under a street lamp
And her stilettoed feet she did stamp,
For it was cold last night!
The Key to My Clock
I keep
The key
For a time
In a tray.
Will people seek
For the key
When I go away
And, perchance, finding this rhyme
Think on old Father Time
And me?
Eels
Flirts in skirts
And stiletto heels.
As eels
We slip
Hip against hip.
Shall I confide
Or hide
In verse?
Oh how terse
Are flirts in Skirts
And heels.
And time, I recall
Steals all.
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I have uploaded three poems to Soundcloud.
The below are perhaps more poetic prose than poetry.
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Awaking As The Clock Struck Midnight
Awaking as the clock struck midnight
I saw a young woman in white.
When I said, “are you a vampire?”
She replied, “no, I’m the squire.
And this dress is far too tight!
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Rose
when a young lady whose name is Rose
Composed a poem about crows,
A priest called Paul
Said, “how angels do fall!”,
Which puzzled that young lady Rose.
Humorous Saturday
When a young lady whose name is Skinner
Invites me round for dinner,
We drink lots of wine
But we never dine,
So I’m growing ever thinner!
—
A young lady whose name is White
Says one day she might.
I’m waiting still
And wonder will …
Do you think she might?
—
On my way through the churchyard at midnight
I met a young woman in white.
When I said, “who are you?”
She replied, “believe me, its true,
I’m a girl who dresses in white!
When A Poet Whose Name Is Rose
When a poet whose name is Rose
Composed a poem about Toes,
A critic called Paul
Said, “that is no poem at all!”,
So she bopped him right on his nose!
