My head full
Of dull
Thought.
Then the ball you caught
And waving your tail
Did derail
My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?
—
My dog snuffles
and scuffles
amongst the leaves.
He is just there
With no care
For what I think
As I drink
In the fresh morning air.
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
When the panther came back
He claimed to lack
Any knowledge of what happened to Samantha …
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
She rode away on his back
But alas, alack
Samantha now resides in my panther …
There was a young lady called Samantha
Who stole my favourite pet panther.
The creature gave a growl
Which caused her to scowl
And return my favourite pet panther …
There was a young lady called Caroline
Who men thought rather fine.
When out on a first date
She would always clear her plate
But she never crossed that line …
There was a young lady called Caroline
Who men thought rather fine.
She had a sister named Lou
(Who looks rather like you),
But Lou never crossed that line …
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And a captain known as me!
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And Chip’s friend Mr Flea
Having passed through the door
Of the superstore
I breathe the scent
Of lilies (Oh how soon they are spent),
And know that to write
More
Would be trite
Just who
Should I return that high-heel
Shoe
To?
I feel
That it ought to be
Leigh
Or perhaps Sue.
Oh to
Who
Should I return that shoe?
Lou
Swears
That it isn’t her’s.
Then she swears some more!
Oh how I do a mystery adore!
Just who
Should I return that shoe
To?
Do tell me. Please do.
There was a young lady called Bland
Who asked for a one-night stand.
I said “that is all right.
You can stand there all night,
But she didn’t understand …!
She doesn’t care
For her hair
To be touched.
Nor her face
As that would displace
The makeup she with such
Careful hands applies.
Man dies
As he enters in
To a perfection
Of skin
Sin
And rejection
There was a young lady of France
Who performed an erotic rain dance.
A young man walking by
Said “the weather it remains dry,
But I really like your dance!”.
There was a young lady of France
Who performed an erotic rain dance.
When a young man walking by
Just happened to catch her eye
It led to a little romance!
Surfing TV
I see
She
Selling products that neither you nor I
Have ever thought to buy.
Flicking channels I see
Another vapid she
Pretty as the picture on a new TV.
I can not decide
Whether to turn over to the other side
Where boys say “mom” in identikit
American voices.
So many “choices”
To sit
And see
On my TV …
No Big brother watching me
Through my TV
Just advertisers selling me things that I
Have no need to buy.
Should I look
At a book
Instead?
Or go to bed
And dream of Hollywood where all are free
To watch the same crap TV?
