There was a poet called Kevin
Who said, “It being well after eleven,
‘Tis time, I think
To take a drink.
Yes that would be very heaven!
His friend made reply
With a sorrowful sigh,
“It has only just turned seven
In the morning, Kevin”!
There was a young lady called flow
Who said,”you reap what you so”.
She made a dress,
Her friends to impress,
Then found she had nowhere to go!
A photograph says
He who sends pays.
A photograph implies
He who attaches does not lie.
A photograph states this is me
And not some other he.
A photograph says all that you need to know is here,
You need not fear.
A photograph says
There are many ways
To skin a cat
And I will eat my hat
If the camera never lies.
“Whose eyes
Are those?”
“Only heaven knows”.
There was a young lady called Claire
Who liked to go here and there,
By train or bus.
Oh how the officials did fuss
As she never paid her fare!
A powerful cry from the heart by Jason. Kevin
There was a young man called Roary
Who was a traditional high Tory.
His girlfriend Mel
Said “I love you well,
Though I am no hidebound Tory”!
There was a young lady called Jill
Who never would pick up the bill.
Her friends did say,
“you must pay your way”.
I fear they are waiting still!
There was a young man called Max
Who liked to play on the Sax.
He played for his girl,
Who did a twirl.
It made her really relax!
There was a young lady called Nell
Who worked in a hotel.
The guests where crude,
But she was no prude
And Nell would never tell …
Does the grandfather clock’s pendulum
Still, with measured swing
A sense of order bring
To that country place
Where a mantion’s stately grace,
Brought peace,
For a while at least.
I would resile
This urban life
Of strife,
And solace take
In the birds who awake
At morn.
We are from tradition torn,
And shorn
Of a sense of the past
Wander in a vast
Whirlpool
Where the sleepless screen does rule
And institutions are thrown away
For they belong to yesterday.
