When tempted to condemn
Other men,
I recall,
That all men fall.
But, as in every age,
Hypocrisy is all the rage …
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Churchyard
Caught in useless thought
On a sunny day,
I entered that place
Of light and shade.
That unknown space
Where we
Are made
To face
Our own mortality.
I Met a Young Lady Named Patricia
I met a young lady named Patricia
Who said she works as a stripper.
I went to her shop
Where I found Miss Hopp,
Who assists Patricia as a wallpaper stripper …!
Doubtless, Nymphs Have Played
Doubtless, nymphs have played
In this woodland glade,
Where bright flowers bloom
And are gone ,
Oh too soon!
Yet, another one
Will, doubtless play
As satyrs say,
“tis hot today!.
But, tis true
That satyrs too
Must fade away.
Where I
Where I
To shave
You would find
My smooth skin
But what
Of mind
That lies behind
My sometimes grin?
Sotto Voce
A miss
Of 19
May kiss
Old guys
Who prize
A teen
Girl’s eyes.
While onlookers smile
And sotto voce
Say, “pay”.
Sometimes I Find
Sometimes I find
Women of a certain kind
Occupy my mind.
The type who, at night
Excite and delight,
When misguided men
Visit the ATM …
And come morning’s light
Some more thoughtful men
May think of lust
And waiting dust.
A Young Man Driving a Large Hearse
A young man driving a large hearse
Said, “this verse is unfinished and terse”. …
Fallen Blossom
I found
Blossom on the ground
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
When a Pushy Young Man Named Ivor
When a pushy young man named Ivor
Demanded that I lend him a fiver,
And his friend Gwen
Said, “make it ten!”,
I lent that young man Ivor neither!