When a young lady named Miss Doyle
Said, “have you seen my massage oil?”.
I said, “your behaviour is truly shocking!
I can hear the good vicar knocking!
Ah, that’s why you want the oil!”.
When A Young Lady Named Miss Doyle
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When An Elderly Spinster Named Jean
When an elderly spinster named Jean
Called me a wicked old libertine.
My new friend Miss Hocking
Said, “I’ve lost my stocking.
And Jean, what is a libertine?”.
Hot Buttered Toast
As I strolled home at a little after midnight
I met with a young lady dressed in white.
She sat on a post
Eating delicious hot buttered toast.
And she offered me some at just after midnight …
When A Young Lady Named Shand
When a young lady named Shand
Said, “your wish is my command!”.
And I said, “iron my shirt”.
She said, “you are no flirt!”.
And whacked me with her hand!
When A Young Lady Swimming In A Lake
When a young lady swimming in a lake
Said, “I wonder, would you care to partake?”.
It was so very cold
But I, being most bold,
Jumped straight into that cold lake to partake!
Whilst Walking Through Dear Old London Town
Whilst walking through dear old London town
I met a girl wearing a nightgown.
When I said, “aint it funny
How the bees they make honey?”,
She slipped right out of her nightgown!
When A Young Lady Wearing High-Heels
When a young lady wearing high-heels
Said, “you don’t know how it feels
To wear these shoes,
Whilst drunk on booze”.
I said, “give me back my high-heels!”.
Whilst Climbing Up A Very Steep Hill
Whilst climbing up a very steep hill
I met with a girl named Jill.
When I said, “where is Jack?”,
She gave me such a whack
That I rolled back down that hill!
I Know A Young Lady With A Fetish
I know a young lady with a fetish
Who is famous for her love of lettuce.
She keeps but one sock
On top of her clock.
But now lets discuss that young lady’s fetish!
Obtaining Immortality Through One’s Verse
A poet by the name of Heather
Said, “my poetry it will live forever!”.
I regret her verse
It grows steadily worse.
And she’s just turned 300, has Heather!
K Morris - Poet 