I am marrying a young lady named Chancer
Who has a job as an erotic dancer.
She thinks I have money
And calls me her honey –
But, dear reader, I am also a chancer …
I am marrying a young lady named Chancer
Who has a job as an erotic dancer.
She thinks I have money
And calls me her honey –
But, dear reader, I am also a chancer …
I know a young man named Matt
Who wears a very fine hat.
He sits on the ground
And says nothing profound.
But he wears a very fine hat!
I met a young lady named Lou
Who lay bathing in Irish Stew.
When I played on my flute
She said, “do you like beetroot?
And do join me in this stew!”
There once was a terrible old sinner
Who ate all of my Christmas dinner!
I locked him away
Until New Year’s Day
And ignored his cries for his dinner!
I know a young lady named Lou
Who got stuck in a pot of glue.
When I said, “you’re a snob!”
She called me a yob!
She’s always been stuck up has Lou!
A decadent young lady named Lou
Is coming round to mine at two.
We’ll have a lot to drink
But its not what you think!
As the bishop will be there too …!
I met a young lady named Green
Who lives in a washing machine.
We went at great speed
To fulfill that girl’s need,
And then I awoke from that dream!
A man who calls himself James
Is known by many other names.
Some call him Nevile
And others the Devil –
I’ve seen James dance in flames!
I know a young lady named Spink
Who is extremely fond of a drink.
Her and Miss Mabel
Dance on the table
When we gentlemen buy them a drink …
When I am gone
My poetry may live on.
And when I go
Others will know
Whether it is so.
While in the cold ground
There is nothing profound
For worms have no time
For fleeting rhyme.
But love to dine …