When a young lady serving curry and rice
Said, “this establishment is no place for vice!”.
Her friend Miss Hocking
Searched for a stocking.
And the spice it was really quite nice!
When a Young Lady Serving Curry and Rice
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Awaking in a Pool Full of Seals
Awaking in a pool full of seals
I saw a young lady in heels.
When I said, “am I drunk!”,
She replied, “as a holy monk,
You should avoid pools full of seals!”
Whilst Walking Through Thunder and Heavy Rain
Whilst walking through thunder and heavy rain
I met a young lady named Jane
Who said, “oh kindly fella
Do lend me your umbrella!”.
That Jane she must be perfectly insane!
Miss White and the Gentleman’s Club
A young lady known as Miss White
Lost her stockings and dress last night
In an exclusive club
Called the Gentleman’s Rub.
And I did write all last night …
An Arrangement
She lost her dress
After food and wine.
She had to confess
That the line
Between an ordinary
And an extraordinary
Date, was …
All kinds of paid
Arrangements are made.
She was
Down on her luck.
And a lonely man
Can easily book
A discreet meet.
The Crocodile
Whilst swimming in the great river Nile
I met with a hungry old crocodile.
When he opened his jaws wide
I slipped a big bell inside.
Now he chimes, which makes people smile!
A Short Rhyme
A short rhyme
Of eternal rain
By a poet
Who spent time
In an ancient wood
On a summer’s day.
When a Young Lady Wearing Fashionable Shoes
When a young lady wearing fashionable shoes
Got drunk on some very strong booze,
They said to her, “dear Rose,
May we suggest that some clothes
Would go well with those fashionable shoes!”
There Once Was a Rake Named Howe
There once was a rake named Howe
Who liked to dress as a cow.
He tempted young farming women
Into all kinds of sinning.
So the farmers they skinned that cow!
Online
Its all there
If you care
To look online.
Oh, women and wine
Are truly divine!
And the word internet,
It rhymes with regret!
(Note: I am a fan of the work of the poet Dowson, who famously referred to “days of wine and roses” in his fine poem “They Are Not Long”).
