There was a young lady of Deal
Who broke a cheap high-heel.
She hopped through the town
In her flimsy nightgown
Pursued by a vicar called Neil!
There Was A Young Lady Of Deal
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There Was A Young Man Named Slattery
There was a young man named Slattery
Who said “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.
But when they copied his art,
It broke his heart,
So he retired to live in a hattery!
A Journalist By The Name Of Lou
A journalist by the name of Lou
Has published a story about us two.
It concerns last night
When, by the star’s bright light
You lost a high-heel shoe …
I Know A Young Lady Named Claire
I know a young lady named Claire
Who, just for a dare,
Writes erotic verse,
Which grows steadily worse,
While dressed in her underwear!
Kevin Morris reading five of his poems on Soundcloud
Me reading five of my poems on Soundcloud.
When A Young Lady Whose Name is Sue
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Lost a brand new shoe,
My wife Jane
Did bitterly complain,
When she found that shoe of Sue …
—
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Misplaced a brand new shoe,
I very much regret
That my dog Jet
Chewed that brand new shoe!
When A Young Lady Whose Name is Sue
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Said, “its perfectly true!”.
I made reply,
“Young lady you lie!
I can’t believe that of Lou!”.
There Once Was A Man With A Beard
There once was a man with a beard
Who the people thought rather weird.
He lived in a tumbled down house
Along with a mouse,
Of which he was afeared!
—
There once was a man with a beard
Whose hair was long and seared.
He lived all alone
In a castle of stone
And he never shaved his beard!
An Anoying Young Lady Named White
An anoying young lady named White
Keeps me awake at night.
At 12 am
I am sleeping when
She sings “Silent night!”.
—
An anoying young lady named White
Keeps me awake at night.
At 12 am
I am sleeping when
She dances a sailor’s hornpipe!
—
I said to my friend Miss White
“Your company is a true delight.
We have strolled together
Through all kinds of weather,
But must you swing from the bedroom light?”
Awaking at 3 am
Awaking at 3 am
I took up my quill pen,
But being unable to think
I drank some black ink,
And swallowed that quil pen.
—
Awaking at 3 am
I took up my quill pen,
But being unable to think
I took to strong drink,
And conversed with a chicken called Glen.
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