There once was an old curmudgeon
Who went by the name of Dudgeon.
He hated children and dogs,
But liked young ladies in clogs,
For which his wife, she berated Dudgeon!
There Once Was An Old Curmudgeon
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When A Poetical Robot Named Lot
When a poetical robot named Lot
Composed a poem about a pot,
A young lady called Lou
Enjoyed Lot’s stew,
But his poem she quite forgot!
Inhibitions
High-heel shoes.
Short dress.
Booze.
Confess,
Inhibitions lose
When An Anoying Young Man Named Royce
When an annoying young man named Royce
Said “please don’t raise your voice!”,
And I replied, “I am speaking low!”,
And he remarked, “I know!”,
I used a word most choice!
A Sign Fell Yesterday
A sign fell.
I can not tell
What it said,
As being blind
I could not read
This fallen thing
Brought down by the wind.
Perhaps it advertised “property for sale”,
Or some such
Stuff at which people clutch.
It was blowing a gale
Yesterday.
There Once Was A Man Named Hurd
There once was a man named Hurd
Who, wishing to fly like a bird
Flapped both of his arms,
Which caused great alarms,
And the vicar to say a rude word!
A Bird At Dusk I Left
A bird,
At dusk I left
Singing in the darkening park.
I heard
As I walked away
His song,
And half longed to stay,
But left
My solitary friend
To wend
My way home
Alone, save for his evening hymn,
Which is now a part
Of my oh, so human, heart
Chrysanthemums
Supermarket aisles.
Plastic smiles
And chrysanthemums I bought
As they brought
To mind
My grandfather’s garden, and hours
Spent amongst the scent
Of flowers.
Yet I find
But little scent
In these doctored blooms.
Twig
On my way
Through the park today
I did
Snap a twig
And the wind said unto me,
“How easy ’tis, to break a twig,
Or tree”.
A Forward Young Lady Named Pam
A forward young lady named Pam
Maintains an Instagram,
Containing lots and lots
Of hot erotic shots,
But you should see my Instagram …!
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A forward young lady named Pam
Maintains an Instagram,
Containing lots and lots
Of hot erotic shots,
Or so I’m told by Pam …!
Note: I don’t have an Instagram. Leastways I am not admitting to having one …
