Last night I met 2 young women
Who said, “we love to go sinning”.
But, my hair being grey
They found some other play.
Those wicked, and most unfeeling young women!
Last Night I met 2 Young Women
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When My Friend, Whose Name Is Guy
When my friend, whose name is Guy
Said, “I never will tell a lie!”
A lady called Miss Nell
Said, “that’s all very well,
But we’re employing you as a spy!”.
One Hot Night, As I Sat Drinking
One hot night, as I sat drinking,
A young lady, who just couldn’t stop winking,
Said, “you remember a boudoir
And a little black bra?”.
Dear readers, it’s not what you’re thinking!
Rose’s Nose
When a young lady named Miss Rose
Said, “do you like my little nose?”.
I said, “it’s a strange thing
How the birds sing in spring.
And Rose, you are wearing no clothes!”.
Moral Miss Coral
A young lady named Miss Coral
Is so extremely stern and moral.
A girl called Ria
Swings from my chandelier.
But I can’t afford Miss Coral.
Flair
My friend whose name is Flair
Has enjoyed many a sordid affair.
The great philosophy professor
Owns a welsh dresser.
And I’ve seen Flair dancing there.
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A young lady whose name is Flair
Has indulged in many a sordid affair.
The daughter of archbishop Kipper
Is employed as a stripper.
And her stage name, it is Flair!
When A Young Lady Eating Bananas
When a young lady eating bananas
Said, “do you sell see-through pyjamas?”.
A shop assistant named Paul
Pointed to the opposite wall.
But she couldn’t see any pyjamas!
A Young Lady Wearing Just Pink Socks
A young lady wearing just pink socks
Said, “my behaviour it so frequently shocks.
I can hear the knocking
Of the Lord Bishop Hocking.
I wonder will he like my socks?”.
When A Young Lady Waving A Rifle
When a young lady waving a rifle
Said, “I hope you like my trifle”.
I said, “it’s very good,
But, I was wondering could,
You please stop waving around that rifle!”.
There Once Was A Poet Named Lyme
There once was a poet named Lyme
Who composed poems about nothing but time.
Whilst drinking one day,
The sky turned grey.
And the great publican, he called time.
K Morris - Poet 