As the weather grows
Hot, pretty women in short clothes
Will cause
Men to pause
And their eyes to almost pop
Out of their heads, and wish
That they could catch
That particular fish,
For they have an itch
To scratch.
And perhaps a match
May spark
Ingendering love or lust
In the human heart,
Ere the dust
Takes away
Our sunny day.
The wind did pass
Through the grass
Where the lovers true
Walked and talked.
He helped her over the stile,
Which won for him a smile.
While the sun shone on,
And the wind continued to pass,
Though lad and lass
Had entered the field
Where the grain does yield
To the fickle sickle,
And is gone.
November or December,
I remember
Not.
The carpet rough on skins.
Some sins
I have forgot.
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”.
(https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28513305-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind).
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I shall be taking a break from blogging for the next few days, and will return on Thursday 17th or Friday 18th April.
Kevin
When a rhyming poet named Hogg
Wrote, “the dog sat on the log”,
A lover of free verse
Said, “your poems are no good.
Rhyme is out of date …”.
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!
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!
When a young man named Mike
Said, “there’s this girl I like”,
I made reply
With a deep sigh,
“She doesn’t like you Mike!”.
When my friend whose name is Amy
Feeling that life was a little samey,
Eloped with me
To a place by the sea,
Her mother she really blamed me!
I once had a very good friend
Who said, “our friendship will one day end”.
His words gave me much sorrow
So some money I did borrow,
From that man who was once my friend …
