Tag Archives: dark humour

When On My Way

When on my way
Through the churchyard today
I nearly fell,
I knew well
That one day,
There I will stay

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Prelude

Tis easy to forget
Regret
In a girl’s bright eyes.
For betwixt her life-giving thighs
Man for a moment dies
In love or lust.

‘Tis a prelude
Ere he does conclude
Where dust
Does replace
The girl’s pretty face
And man is bust.

If Each Glass Told A Tale

If each glass told a tale
We would turn pale
And take
Care
To avoid their
Impassive stare.

Many a glass would break.
Such an easy mistake
To make
To catch a mirror, with an elbow
And watch it go
A-spinning,
And see our sinning
In fragments on the floor,
To be spoken of no more
By the all-seeing eye …

Have I Heard Of You?

“Have I heard of you?” she said.
I shook my head
And made reply
With an audible sigh,
“No for I am not yet dead.
But perhaps a paragraph or two
When I am through,
You will peruse
Before passing on to other news
About some celebrity or other, who has fallen from grace
And after whom our moral guardians chase.

Heaven forbid that I should make page three
For better models than me
Have appeared there,
And I would hate to upstage busty Claire
For we are both art
Of a kind.
Beauty resides in the mind of the beholder,
Take your pick, a girl’s bare shoulder
Or a writer’s heart.

1. “Page 3 is a colloquial term for a feature formerly included in the British tabloid newspaper The Sun.

The phrase originates with the publication of a large photograph of a topless, bare-breasted female glamour model who was usually shown on the print edition’s third page.

The feature first appeared in the newspaper on 17 November 1970 and on the official Page 3 website since June 1999, where it still continues.

The terms “Page 3” and “Page Three” are registered trademarks of News UK, parent company of The Sun, although the feature has been imitated in Britain’s other ‘red top’ tabloids”

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Page_3).

2. The “Claire” in the above poem, is purely ficticious and any resemblance to anyone either living or dead is purely coincidental.