Alone
I beautify
My home
With flowers
Who’s powers
Are as I.
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When A Young Man Named More
When a young man named More
Said, with a most terrible roar,
“Down with the aristocracy,
And down with thee!”,
I answered him with a snore.
—
When a young man named More
Said, with a most terrible roar,
“Down with the aristocracy,
And down with thee!”,
I said, “close the study door”.
A Girl In A Dress Of Red
A girl in a dress
Of red
I dreamed in bed.
And I confess
That she
Has stayed with me.
Red may scream
Danger ahead,
But ’twas merely
A dream,
Though she
Has stayed with me.
My Aristocratic Friend, Who Likes To Doodle
My aristocratic friend, who likes to doodle
Maintains ideas that are almost feudal,
And lives on a great estate
With my young mistress called Kate,
And an anarchistic, fat old poodle!
Progress
The hands trace
The clock’s face
Then
, Go round again.
Progress. Yes?
Or no?
The hands go
round, and round
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is White
When a young lady whose name is White
Got into a bit of a fight
Over her missing left shoe,
With a girl called Lou,
I went and hid her right!
—
When a young lady whose name is White
Got into a bit of a fight
With a girl called Lou,
Over her missing left shoe,
I wished them both “good night!”.
—
When a young lady whose name is White
Said, “I like Wuthering Height”,
And I asked, “do you mean Heights?”
She took off her tights
And said, “lets not discuss literature tonight!”.
“I am the girl with tiny arms”
“I am the girl with tiny arms”
You said. and now I
Sigh, and think on the charms
Of the tiny arms
Of a girl of 20 or so.
Although I know
That it will
Never be so.
Still, a man may,
Fruitlessly, pray.
When A Young Man Named Ed
When a young man named Ed
Read a poem about women and bed,
A few fell asleep
Whilst others did weep,
And the bishop shook his great head.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou
A young lady whose name is Lou
Has an obsession involving strong glue.
She is extremely posh
And has lots of dosh,
And she’s rather stuck up is Lou!
—
A young lady whose name is Lou
Has an obsession involving strong glue.
She is extremely posh
And has lots of dosh,
But she’s not as stuck up as you!
I Long For
I long for
A knock
At my door
And for
Passion to unlock
In loss of shoe and sock,
But please, let it not
Be as before,
A girl, half there, longing for
The door,
And me
Wishing that she
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