As I grow older
A girl’s bare shoulder
And her sweet perfume
Still attracts. Distracts me.
But, when I hear
Her call me “Sir”,
Morning becomes late afternoon,
As night draws near.
As I grow older
A girl’s bare shoulder
And her sweet perfume
Still attracts. Distracts me.
But, when I hear
Her call me “Sir”,
Morning becomes late afternoon,
As night draws near.
There once was a girl named Prism
Who wrote a big book on Conservatism.
A young lady named Lou
Spanked men with her shoe.
But that’s nothing to do with Conservatism!
A young lady named Miss Pearl
Is known as an immoral girl.
A rascal called Dan
Likes to visit Ann.
And I like to visit Pearl …
When a young man named Keith
Said, “I shall kick this leaf!”,
A great wit called Dan
Said, “you big strong man!”.
But that leaf it defeated Keith!
A professional young lady named Molly
Is known for her ancient folly,
Where gentlemen go for tea
Each day at half-past 3,
And enjoy that young lady’s folly …
There was a young lady named Sky
Who said, “kiss me or I’ll die!”.
Her philosopher boyfriend Paul
Said, “all men fall.
And we all must one day die!”.
She kept her heels on.
Then was gone.
Her scent lingered on fingers.
While she smiled
At an envelope
With no name
When I found wicked Miss Miranda
Lurking on my fine old Veranda,
I gave her a smile
And said, “in a while
I shall release my panda Miranda!”.
I see the stopped clock
And feel the autumn chill.
This hot tea
Will
Warm me.
But all clocks
Stop
In the end,
My friend
A couple of days ago, I watched this video on Philip Larkin which I highly recommend.
In the video Andrew Motion, the UK’s former Poet Laureate (who was a close friend and biographer of Larkin) discusses the poet’s life and work.
I am a fan of Larkin’s poetry, particularly his poems Aubade
and Ambulances