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!”.
When A Young Lady Waving A Rifle
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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.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Alice
A young lady whose name is Alice
Lives in a place called Crystal Palace,
Where she works in a sauna
With my good friend Miss Warner.
But I’ve not yet met Miss Alice.
Leigh’s Kiss
When a young lady named Leigh
Bestowed a soft kiss on me.
And her big boyfriend called Jack
Gave me a look most black,
I ran and climbed a tree!
A Lady Who Is Just Over 40
A lady who is just over 40
Is rather pretty, and really quite naughty.
Her husband Ray
Is away today.
As for me, I’m feeling quite naughty!
Shirley
There was a young lady named Shirley
Whose hair was both long and curly.
When it fell right off
She said, with a cough,
“This life, it doesn’t treat me fairly!”.
When A Young Lady Riding A Fox
When a young lady riding a fox
Said, “do you like my new socks?”.
I said, “too many young women
Are fond of nothing but sinning.
And that fox has eaten your socks!”.
There Was A Journalist Of No Distinction
There was a journalist of no distinction
Who came from a place called Lincoln.
He wrote about me
And pretty Miss Leigh.
And he found his extinction in Lincoln.
A Lady of Pleasure
I met a lady of pleasure
Whose name was Louise or Heather
I spent much time
In composing this rhyme,
Which delighted that lady of pleasure.
Rose’s Interview
A young lady named Miss Rose
Is fond of wearing no clothes.
She went for an interview
Wearing no stocking or shoe.
And I’m still interviewing Miss Rose.
