A young lady with plenty of money
Calls me her sweet and her honey.
Her name it is Jane
And she’s so very plain.
But, dear reader, she’s loaded with money …!
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When a Young Lady Sitting On a Box
When a young lady sitting on a box
Said, “sir, you are a sly old fox!”
I replied, “dear Lin
I’ve committed no sin.
It’s his lordship whose been wearing your frocks!”
When a Young Lady Who Comes From Burton
When a young lady who comes from Burton
Came round and swung from my bedroom curtain,
And I said, “don’t fall!”
My cynical old friend Paul
Said, “she fell long ago swinging in Burton!”
There Once Was a Girl Named Louise
There once was a girl named Louise
Who was famous for sailing the seas.
She cooked a bad man
In her large frying pan.
And the pirates all deserted the seas!
Lost Property
I have found a stiletto shoe
Which I think belongs to Lou.
I’ve also discovered a pretty sock
And a very short party frock.
Or do they belong to you!
Vampire Humour
I’m dating a pretty vampire named Wood
Who is rather fond of men’s blood.
But she also likes wine,
Which suits me real fine.
As I’m rather fond of my blood!
Wong’s Gong
There was a young lady named Wong
Who liked to bong on her gong.
When the vicar comes for tea
She invariably sits on my knee.
But now lets return to Wong’s gong!
—
I know a young lady named Wong
Who likes to bong on her gong.
When the vicar comes for tea
She invariably sits on my knee,
And Wong she bongs on her gong!
As An Old Clock Chimes
As an old clock chimes
An ageing poet rhymes
Of girls in summer frocks
Who think not of clocks.
But old Father Time
He ends all rhyme.
There Was a Young Lady of Hull
There was a young lady of Hull
Who, on being chased by a bull
Leapt into a great lake,
Where she encountered a rake.
So she returned forthwith to that bull!
My Local Gallery
I met a young lady named Malorie
Whose paintings hang in my local gallery.
Whilst admiring her nude
She called me rude,
So I returned to my local gallery …