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Whilst Staggering Home Drunk One Night

Whilst staggering home drunk one night
I saw a ghoul dressed in white,
Who said, “my name is Dave
And I’ve risen from yonder grave.
I said, “do you have a light?”.

When A Young Lady Named Beth

When a young lady named Beth
Said, “you are obsessed with death”,
I spoke of cooking oil
And of Shakespeare’s mortal coil,
Which bored poor Beth to death!

If Imagination Were A Crime

If imagination were a crime
And you could read between a rhyme,
How many poets would be flayed
For games played
In the confines
Of their minds?

But, no
That is not quite so,
For their words caper
On virgin paper.
And when
The pen
Scratches
The reader thinks he catches
A glimpse of the sin,
Within.

On Entering My Spacious Bedroom

On entering my spacious bedroom
I saw a girl with a mushroom.
When I said, “is that fungi magic?”,
She said, “its so tragic!
And do you like my new perfume?”.

When A Young Lady Named Lou

When a young lady named Lou
Said, “nothing is taboo to you!”,
I said, “I love your feet
But I wish you wouldn’t beat,
Me so hard with your shoe!”.

If I Write a Sad Poem Today

If I write a sad
Poem today
People will say
He is sad.

If I compose a glad
Poem today
They will, likewise
Say,
He is feeling glad.
But they
Can not see my eyes.

I Know a Young Lady Named Lina

I know a young lady named Lina,
And many fine gentlemen have seen her.
I wont go into all the detail,
As it would make you turn pale.
But she’s not as bad as Justina!