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When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Danced on the table at 2,
The restaurant’s manager Mike
Said, “your dancing I like,
But do you think you could serve now, Lou?”
When A Young Lady Of Vienna
When a young lady of Vienna
Asked me to lend her a tenner,
To mend her door,
I said, “you will need more,
As a tenner won’t go far in Vienna!
When A Foolish Young Man Named Meek
When a foolish young man named Meek
Challenged me to a duel this week,
And I said, “pistols at dawn!”,
He looked most forlorn,
As Dawn is on holiday this week!
Good Night
All agree
That a gentleman will offer coffee
Or tea,
And that he
Will hold open the door, and say,
“good night”
In a gentlemanly way,
And watch her sweet face
Enter the embrace
Of the sultry night.
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Curious
A young lady said, in a manner most curious
That she “liked to go fast and furious!”.
So we went running together in filthy weather
Which made her poor mother Heather,
More than a little furious!
A Recollection of Heels
I remember the feel
Of your heels.
You left them behind
For me to find,
And asked me to keep
Them for your return.
You never came.
No need to weep.
For the secret
Of your name
Is safe.
Will I embrace
A girl’s disdain,
or learn?
Sometimes I wish that “progress” would stop
Sometimes I wish that “progress”
Would stop,
Like the express
Train at Adlestrop,
But it will not.
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Note: The above was inspired by Edward Thomas’s fine poem, “Adlestrop”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53744/adlestrop
Don’t Say The “D” Word
We say
“He passed away”.
The “d” word
Is often
Not heard.
He is in his coffin
So why this absurd
Fear
Of the “d” word?
Does the Reaper, standing, unnoticed, near
Smile at our denial
That you and I
Shall die?
Larkin took refuge in drink
But, at dawn did think
On death
And felt bereft.
I have now said
The word we dread
To voice.
We have a choice
Over what words are said
But we are nonetheless, dead
In the end
My friend.
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