There was a young lady named Beth
Who said, “I don’t believe in death”.
But, as she grew older
The world became ever colder,
And she started to believe in death.
There Was A Young Lady Named Beth
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When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “don’t you mess with me!”,
I said “its not my intention
To do the thing you mention,
Now shall we descend this tree?”.
In The Garden of Delight
In the garden of delight
Both day and night
The flower’s perfume
Enters the lover’s room.
Blouses are lost.
The mushroom
Rises. The frost
Will chill
The flower and mushroom,
Oh, so soon.
Girls Shoes
I find
That girls shoes
Prey on my mind
From time to time.
Did they choose
To wear those shoes?
(I speak here
Of women of a particular kind).
I fear
That stilettos,
Worn by girls from ghettos
Prey on my mind,
Although you will find
That there are a few
Young middle class women too.
When A Young Lady Named Gwen
When a young lady named Gwen
Said, “I am god’s gift to men”,
I said, “my dear sweet girl
You set my head in a whirl,
But could you return my pen?”.
When A Religious Young Lady Named White
When a religious young lady named White
Entered my bedchamber at midnight,
And I said, “please stay,
She said, “we should pray”,
And then she turned out the light.
To and Fro
The razor does go
To and fro
As he shaves me.
We speak of women,
And his hands go
To and fro.
“Would you like anything else?”, he asks,
His task
Maybe, complete.
I think of young women’s feet
But say,
“Not today”.
There Was A Young Lady Named Dora
There was a young lady named Dora
And many holy men did adore her.
By her winking red light
I watched good bishop White,
Trying to save that young lady Dora.
Her Sweet Laughter
Your witty
Word, heard
By a pretty
Girl, produces laughter.
And after
Her sweet laughter,
You dream
Of dinner and wine,
For ’tis a fine
Thing to dream
Decay
I smell the decay
On an autumn day.
I shall rhyme
For a time,
For fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
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