There was a young lady named Wong
Who sang many a very sad song.
When they said, “sing something glad!”,
She whacked them with her handbag,
Which was very wrong of Miss Wong!
There was a young lady named Wong
Who sang many a very sad song.
When they said, “sing something glad!”,
She whacked them with her handbag,
Which was very wrong of Miss Wong!
When a pretty young lady named May
Knocked on my door on Valentines Day,
And my dear old wife Claire
Screamed, “are you having an affair!”,
I turned to my sweet mistress Fay …
Birds outside my window
Visit me today.
But they
Never stay.
Young women go
By on the street.
Their stilettoed feet
Tick tock like clocks.
And I rhyme
Of old Father Time
And clocks
That stop.
When a nubile young lady named White
Invited me out on Saint Valentine’s Night,
Miss Nell came as well
With the most Reverend Bell,
And the waitress she wore Angel Delight!
In constant scrolling
We find Gradgrind,
Doling
Out the same
Diet
Of pleasure and pain
To the unquiet mind.
When a young lady brandishing a cucumber
Awakened me from my very deep slumber,
And I said, “Mis Parrot,
Do you fancy a carrot?”.
She said, “no, I’m brandishing this cucumber!”.
When my friend the good vicar Ray
Knelt, and said, “let us all pray”.
Sinful Miss Coral
Did something immoral.
And the ambassador urged diplomacy on Ray!
When a vicious young man of Bristol
Threatened me with his rapier and pistol,
A girl named Lake
Distracted him with cake,
And I whacked him with Miss Crystal!
When a young lady wearing a hat
Said, “tell me, do you fancy that?”.
I said, “Miss Coral,
I’m far too moral!
But I really do like that hat!”.
These trees
Speak to me
Of mortality.
Touching old bark
And cold gravestone,
I hark
To the birds
Still heard
By me.