Some civilisations go slow
In their decay
While others stay
But a short time.
Birdsong does not last.
And poets must rhyme
Of empires that pass
And fast climate change.
Some civilisations go slow
In their decay
While others stay
But a short time.
Birdsong does not last.
And poets must rhyme
Of empires that pass
And fast climate change.
A most wicked young lady of Dover
Has gone and stolen my favourite pullover.
So I’ve said to Bess
“If you want your dress
Then first give me back my pullover!”
I have seen
In a dream
A hidden door.
Through which all pass
And are seen
By man no more.
A most beautiful young lady named Polly
Said, “lets go and do something jolly!”
When we did rush
Into a thick bush
We screamed, “my god its prickly holly!”
I know a young lady named Heart
Who is an expert in performing art.
She performs on my lawn
With that pretty Miss Thorn
Which really is good for my heart!
“Is she your daughter”, he said.
A shake of a grey head.
“Just my friend”, he made reply.
And sought not The other’s eye.
There was a young lady of Japan
Who married an old man named Stan.
He thought her real hot
But not getting a lot
He left that young lady of Japan!
There was a young lady of Portugal
Who had a reputation for being dull.
Her conversation was so boring
It had her lovers snoring,
And her talk it killed a bull!
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Said, “I shall write a poem about you!”,
It was really rude
And so extremely lude,
That I hear you are going to sue!
I know a young lady named Mona
Who is known for being a loner.
On her wedding day
She ran far away.
Please, has anyone seen my girl Mona!