I know that these trees
Are older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or sigh
Hurrying by.
I know that these trees
Are older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or sigh
Hurrying by.
When a girl who is full of vice
Said, “I’ll cover you in chocolate and ice!”.
I said, “my dear,
The bishop draws near,
And I hear he’s a connoisseur of vice …!”.
I know an old lord with a spouse
Who is known for his love of grouse.
His young wife Lady Mar
Spends time in my car,
While her spouse is away with his grouse.
The nettles flourished in the rain.
When I came there again
Men had removed them.
Civilisation came.
Nettles and rain
Remain.
The below poem contains an expletive. I make no apology for this, as poetry should be honest:
“The foxes are fucking“, you said.
A vulgar thing to say,
But we where on our way
To bed.
And I,
Hearing their cry
Pondered on lust
And the vulgarity of you.
But what you said was true.
And we 2 could see
That oft in lust
We hide from dust.
My desire for flesh.
We will undress
And I will find
Pleasure in bed.
Yet still
In her warm arms
A chill
Thought haunts my mind
Of the bed
Where all is dead.
Standing at my bedroom window.
A couple laugh
Somewhere below
And an owl cries nearby.
Summer passes.
The owl’s cry
Is my company.
There once was a beautiful young perfumer
Who went to sea in a schooner.
I am sad to say
That she sank near Bombay,
And I wept over my poor schooner.
The scales of justice
Weigh right and wrong.
But, when unjust men
Sail away in death
‘Ere her scales
Have time to weigh,
What can
Justice say?
For the man
Has gone beyond
Our human
Right and wrong.
When a naughty young lady Known as Lou
Decided to star in a movie most blue,
Me and Fred
Painted her red.
As for Lou, she painted us 2 blue!