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Love Triangle

A young lady whose name is Claire
Is keen on a girl called Flair.
But Flair burns for Sue
Who (strictly between us 2),
Has always had a thing for Claire!

There Once Was a Decent Old Tory

There once was a decent old Tory
Who went by the name of Rory.
When it came to the election
He indulged in much introspection,
Then reluctantly put his cross by Tory.

She Kissed Me

She,
Drunk
Kissed me.
Although she
Is not my type,
I am no monk
So thought of night
And a young woman who,
Its true
I more than like,
Though she Is not
My type.
But oh what
Bliss to kiss
And lose
Socks and shoes.
Me, I’m no monk,
But she was drunk.

The Night and the Light

Secret delights
At night.
The heart
Turns from white
To black.

In his art
He plays at
Turning back.

The night
And light
Oft fight
Behind man’s eyes.
And the wise
Know what is true,
That few
Are whole
In soul.

And behind our eyes
The night
And light
Perpetually fight
Until we
Enter eternity.

(This poem is somewhat disjointed, as are my thoughts on this matter).

I Know a Young Lady Named Maude

I know a young lady named Maude
Who makes love on an ironing board.
A man called Bret
Runs my local laundrette,
And he’s banned me and Miss Maude …!

When a Brave Young Lady Named Beth

When a brave young lady named Beth
Came face to face with grim Death,
She said, “you will find
That the devil lurks behind!”,
But Death he was completely stone deaf!

I Know a Young Lady from France

I know a young lady from France
Who is an expert in erotic dance.
My friend Lin
Condemns her sin,
And Lin’s husband he works in France …!

Dawn and the Vicarage Lawn

There was a young lady named Dawn
Who made love on the vicarage lawn.
A passing parishioner
Applied lawn conditioner,
Which disconcerted the good vicar and Dawn!

Churchyard

Caught in useless thought
On a sunny day,
I entered that place
Of light and shade.
That unknown space
Where we
Are made
To face
Our own mortality.