When a young man named Lyme
Said, “I ‘ave committed a crime.
But what I ‘ave done,
I just donit in fun”,
I said, “your grammar is terrible, Lyme!”.
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A Young Man Named Lyme
A young man named Lyme
Was completely obsessed with time.
But a girl from Boulder,
With a dress off her shoulder,
Made lyme forget all about time!
Rewound
When the tick tock
Of the clock
Does stop,
I have found
That it is nothing profound,
For a clock
Is easily rewound.
When a Young Man Named Lee
When a young man by the name of Lee
Said, “there are plenty of fish in the sea”,
And I said, “do you mean the dating website?”,
He said, “that young lady Miss White.
That girl you should most definitely see!”.
Homer’s Odyssey from Penelope’s perspective
I have just finished listening to a great reading of Homer’s Odyssey on Audible, https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/The-Odyssey-Audiobook/B01AB07Y8O.
Back in 2015, I composed “Penelope’s Complaint”, which takes a humorous look at how the wife of Odysseus reacted on his return:
“Don’t give me all this stuff about sacking Troy.
You have been shacked up with some girl or boy!
You spin me a line
About men turned into swine.
I am sick of hearing of Circe
And your struggle to be free
Of her.
I’m fed up with affair after affair!
As for that painted nymph
On a plinth
Calypso
No doubt she let you go
When she saw how you guzzle your food
In a manner most rude.
Or was she a prude
And was it your language so crude
That caused her to shout
And throw you out?!
Be off once more to the sea
I want to be free
Of thee!”.
“Penelope’s Complaint” can be found in “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is available here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AF5EPVY/.
Empty
Men seek refuge
In strip bars
From the huge
Empty
Outside.
Girls lose their bras
And men think, “whore”.
Then depart, empty,
Inside,
As before.
When A Credulous Young Man Named Perks
When a credulous young man named Perks
Said, “a ghost in the basement lurks!”.
I said, “you fool!
That is no ghoul,
It’s the late Edmund Burke’s great works!”.
“Born to Die” by Lana Del Rey
When not writing, one of the things from which I derive great pleasure is listening to music. I enjoy much of the music of Lana Del Rey, including this track, “Born to Die”,
One-Night Stands
I long
For something beyond
Her nakedness,
For she must dress
And slip away
At break of day.
But I should stress,
That ’twas fun, nonetheless.
A Young Lady Named Gale
A young lady named Gale
Comes from a place called Hale.
She keeps house for a vicar,
Who has a dodgy old ticker,
But her ministrations they never fail!
