I know a young lady from Japan
Who married my best friend named Dan.
On their wedding day
He passed away
So I left with that girl for Japan …
I know a young lady from Japan
Who married my best friend named Dan.
On their wedding day
He passed away
So I left with that girl for Japan …
I know a very pretty young actress
Who said, “can I try your new mattress?”
When I said, “shall we play?”
She replied, “we did that yesterday!
Today I’ll just try out your new mattress!”
The scent of new-mown grass
Catches me as I pass
By graves in spring.
I take delight
In this brief light
As birds sing
Over tombs and grass
When I take the short walk
Through the churchyard, my thought
Often turns
To lessons not learned
And chances spurned.
And then I turn
To my so ordinary day
And say,
“I will learn!”
Yet still my way
Remains the same
Treadmill of pleasure and pain.
But my demons will stop
When the devil knocks
Eleanor Rigby played
As I sat at the table.
She was lonely.
Nothing stays.
I too am lonely at times
But rhymes
Keep me company.
We all must die
Lonely or Otherwise.
Makeup on girl’s eyes
Will not keep
Them from sleep.
And poetry has saved
None from the grave.
Yet later that same day
A child greeted me
In the cemetery
In early spring
Early March.
Winter’s last blast
Tries to deny
The spring
I met a young lady named Vera
Who said all the people fear her!
I said to Sky,
“Please tell me why?”
She shivered and said, “go ask Vera!”
I shall compose
A poem grandiose
To love and lust
And how I just
Pricked my nose
On yonder rose!
When a Marxist who had lost his glasses
Said, “religion is the opiate of the masses”.
And I said, “How so?”
He said “I don’t know!
And comrade have you seen my glasses!”
There was a young lady named Fay
Who met with a gentleman one day.
He said, “I’m a buccaneer!”
Which Fay found quite queer,
As he worked in a field of hay!