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Polly

When an attractive young lady called Polly
Invited me to indulge in something jolly.
I went round to her house
Where we enjoyed wine and grouse.
And her friend whose name is Holly.

Trite

When a young lady named Miss White
Said, “your poetry it is terribly trite”.
I said, “let me compose
A poem to my rose”.
And I went home alone that night …

On A Chilly Winter’s Evening

On a chilly winter’s night
The song of a bird
I heard
As he sang to me
From a churchyard tree.
Such delight,
And poignancy.
But that was in me.

I Once Knew A Drover From Dover

I once knew a drover from Dover
Who Knitted all his livestock a pullover.
A young lady walking by
Said, with a great sigh,
“Your livestock look daft in that pullover!”.

Sketching

When a young lady watching me at sketching
Said, “sir, I strongly condemn all your letching!”.
I said, “my dear Rose
Please put on your clothes!
As your nakedness it distracts me from sketching!”.

Whilst Lunching At My Gentleman’s Club

Whilst lunching at my gentleman’s club
Which is called the Good Rub.
I met a girl called Spink.
But its not what you think!
As she also cooks good grub!

Red Lights

Day and night
The red light
Does seductively glow,
And men go
In search of love, And lust.

One may find, for a while,
Solace in a girl’s painted smile.
Though some see dust
Behind their lover’s eyes.
But few are wise.

Silver Fox

An elderly gentleman named Mr Box
Is known as the silver fox.
Whilst the young women say
My hair it is grey.
But I’m not rich like Box …

We Poets Should Stick Together

A poet whose name is Heather
Said, “we poets should stick together”.
I said, “That’s true”.
And with strong glue,
I glued myself to poet Heather!