There was a young lady named Black
Who’s heels went clickety-clack.
She could be seen each night
Standing under a red light.
They say she was hooked on Crack
There Was A Young Lady Named Black
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I Know A Young Lady Named Dawn
I know a young lady named Dawn
Who owns a pet unicorn.
When we met last night
By the star’s bright light
We danced with that pet unicorn.
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I know a young lady named Dawn
Who owns a pet unicorn.
While round at mine
We got drunk on wine
And I saw her pet unicorn!
—
While searching for my unicorn
I met a policewoman named Dawn.
When she said, “you are out late”.
I asked her out on a date
And so our love was born!
There Is No Heat
There is no heat
From cold feet
Yet the heart
May be warm.
The skin may be hot
But the heart
Not
And truth lie in art,
Or not
Its Queer
Do young women show interest in old men?
No, it is not usually so
Though when
Such men
Have money
Its queer
How a certain kind of honey
Will make herself
Most agreeable to the beer
Belly and receeding hair.
But how dare
You whisper “’tis his wealth that attracts her …”!
I Know A Young Lady Named Joan
I know a young lady named Joan
Who is perfect in skin and bone.
Being deeply in love with me
We never disagree
And she lives on my smartphone!
Thomas Hardy
Approximately 15-16 years ago, I went on a Thomas Hardy weekend and this post reminded me of the discussions which took place, together with the long and enjoyable walks in Dorset.
Thomas Hardy by William Strang 1893
Thomas Hardy by William Strang 1893
On 11th January 1928, the poet and novelist, Thomas Hardy died at the age of 87 in Dorset, England. He was cremated and his ashes interred in Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey but his heart had been removed and was buried in the Stinsford village churchyard of his native parish in Dorset.
Two of my favourite books by this author are Far From the Madding Crowd and the somewhat more depressing Jude the Obscure. The latter is the author’s last completed novel and was first produced in serialized form in a magazine in December 1894 but the following year was published as a book. The protagonist is a young stonemason, Jude Frawley, a working class man who dreams of becoming a scholar. What I like about Hardy’s writing is how he focuses on the class system of his…
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He and She
He gave in
To desire
By his gas fire.
And with material so thin
It was easy to sin.
Do you remember him?
Almost certainly no
For when
You go
With many men
And its just
Lust to them
For they do not care
Whether you be Claire or Flair,
How then
Can you care
Who went there?
Champagne Communist
2 Young Girls Talking About Shoes
2 young girls talking about shoes.
What will they choose
When they reach the age where
Few will care
What they choose
To do
With stocking or shoe?
There Was A Young Man Called White
There was a young man named White
Who said, “the lights of Rome shone bright,
But they have passed away,
As will this day
And I am drunk tonight!
K Morris - Poet 