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Barmaid

She says that she used to see me

On her way to school.

As she pours my usual drink, I think

Of Larkin’s “The Old Fools”.

And I cast around for something to say

About my so ordinary day

When a Beautiful Young Lady from Harwich

When a beautiful young lady from Harwich

Went and boarded a first class carriage,

And a ticket collector named Glass

Said, “this ticket is second class!”.

She said, “but I am proposing marriage …!”

Temporary

The ageless wind

In these waving trees

Whispers to me

Of eternity.

 

Passing by a lorry

I smile

At that metal thing.

So temporary.

While the wild wind

Is forever free.

Grace the Magician

A magician who is known as Grace

Has made many men vanish without trace.

There’s a magic spade

And a secluded glade.

And the police are looking for Grace …

Summer Rain

A summer rain falls.

And birds sing.

The earth smells fresh.

But I recall

I have bills to pay.

 

 

Yet returning home

To my working day

I carry birdsong

And the rich earth

In my heart.

 

 

Nature’s art

Feeds my poetry.

Yet she

Outshines all poetry.

Gossip

Heels at night

And creaking bedsprings.

 

A morning blackbird sings.

It’s song heard

By neighbours who delight

In what they overheard

The other night …

 

Heaven

When a beautiful young lady said, “Kevin,

At seven I’ll send you to heaven!”.

I said to her, “darling Heather,

I look forward to the pleasure!”,

Then she produced a pistol at seven!

My Gorgeous AI

I have gone and bought a gorgeous AI

Who goes by the name of Miss Sky.

She says “as a robot,

I often get real hot”.

Then she smiles and bats her one eye …

Byron and the Siren

When a young man known as Byron

Went and dated a sexy young Siren,

They found his socks

On some treacherous rocks.

But there was no sign of Byron …!

 

Humid

It is humid.

The forecast predicts thunder.

I long for cooling rain

And wonder

Whether the great Thor

Will roar

Or will the weather forecast

Be wrong again!