When I attended a large swingers convention
I sensed a good deal of tension.
My friend bishop Hocking
Stole the vicar’s stocking,
But the rest I’d better not mention …!
When I Attended a Large Swingers Convention
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There Once Was a Vampire Named Keith
There once was a vampire named Keith
Who, on losing some of his teeth,
Visited a dentist called Lake,
Who used a great stake,
Which ended both Keith and his teeth!
The Trees Have Been Cut Back
The trees have been cut back.
The woods lack
The interplay of dark and light.
Day and night
The foxes bark in the park
Nearby, and I
Think of owls in the churchyard,
And nature who
Grows through
Our abandoned yards.
Whilst Playing on My Most Favourite Banister
Whilst playing on my most favourite banister
I got intrigued by a talking canister.
When the clever thing spoke
And told me a joke,
I almost fell off poor Miss Banister!
Sugar Baby
She wants her nails done
And he, having a desire
To play with fire
Will pay for fun.
She will shop
Until she drops
And he will
Foot her bill.
Or, if he should drop,
Some other will pay
For her to shop.
That’s just the world’s way.
When a Most Obliging Young Lady Named Ria
When a most obliging young lady named Ria
Said, “I’ll do anything you like my dear!”,
And I said to Rose,
“Please, take off your clothes”,
She said, “my dear, my name isn’t Ria!”.
I Dreamed of Sinning
I dreamed of sinning
With beautiful young women,
And choice, and variety.
Now, in morning time
I rhyme
Of sobriety.
I Know a Young Lady Named Grub
I know a young lady named Grub
Who works in a working men’s club.
Being a very good lass
She ignored my crude pass
And she’s known for her good grub!
Announcement Concerning My Poetry
I have been giving some considerable thought as to how I can best promote my poetry and have come up with the novel and innovative idea of painting my poems on my chest and torso. This will, of course necessitate me walking around half dressed. However it will, I am sure prove to be an effective means of publicising my work.
My more serious verses will be painted on in dark colours, whilst my humorous poems will appear in brightly coloured paints complete with appropriate humorous drawings.
I can assure my readers that all paints will be eco friendly and will not, in any way harm me or the environment.
So watch out for me in and around London!
Winter’s Last Blast
Winter’s last blast
Sighs and dies
In a rhyme
Of passing springtime.
