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November or December,
I remember

The carpet rough on skins.
Some sins
I have forgot.


The mind is a labyrinth

Yesterday evening, a good friend was leafing through my collection of poems, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”. As she leafed through, she read aloud several of the poems, including the below piece, which is entitled “Labyrinth”,

“I hear the minotaur roar,

And see the vampire soar.

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,

Can I a way out find,

Via Ariadne’s thread,

Or must I remain in the land of the dead?

A place where the shadows forever fall,

And no birds call”.


I shall be taking a break from blogging for the next few days, and will return on Thursday 17th or Friday 18th April.


There Once Was A Student Named Paul

There once was a student named Paul
Who wrote a thesis about a ball.
It went round and round
And said nothing profound,
So was really no thesis at all!

The Kiss of Morn

The kiss of morn
Does come
As the waking sun
Does gently warm
The waiting lawn.

The dawn dew
Does soak through
Her summer dress,
That the rising sun
Does so softly warm
And with eagerness, caress.

Early Monday Morning Humour

I know a young lady from the city
Who is extremely slim and pretty.
Though I’ve heard a rumour
That she has a sense of humour,
I’ve never found her witty!

There once was a young lady of Bath
Who made a most terrible gaffe
When she mistook a crowded pub
For her very own tub,
And went in there to bath!