Tag Archives: poetry blogs

There Once Was a Girl From Bombay

There once was a girl from Bombay
Who said, “the men they never stay”.
A man from Ealing
Danced on her ceiling.
So they threw him out of Bombay!

Sinful Rose

A most sinful young lady named Rose
Is well known for stealing men’s clothes.
I must return a stocking
To that forgetful Miss Hocking.
But I can’t leave wearing no clothes!

The Rise and Fall of the Cassette Tape

I recall, as a teenager, recording plays and other things onto cassette tape. I also recollect that sinking feeling when the cassette tape became horribly tangled (those c120 tapes where amongst the worst offenders, at least in my memory).

Besides recording, I also built up (and still retain) a large library of spoken word cassettes, ranging from Stevenson’s Kidnapped through to The Turn of the Screw and When Eight Bells Toll.

Despite my memories of cassettes becoming mangled, I still have great affection for the technology, which perhaps explains why I still retain those spoken word cassettes from my childhood and teenage years.

I therefore confess to having given in to a certain amount of nostalgia as I listened to an item on BBC Radio 4’s Front Row about the rise and fall of the cassette tape, https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000sz98. The item is about 10 minutes in length and can be found at the start of the podcast.

My Nigerian Girlfriend

I’m dating a girl from Nigeria
Whose tastes are so very superior.
She has this thing
For an expensive ring.
So I’m off now to Siberia!

Miss Kath’s Bath

When I found my friend Miss Kath
Taking a hot and very bubbly bath.
I took a look
For my prize duck.
But all I found was Miss Kath!

An Ordinary Day

After, they may
Chat of this and that.
He may say
Something about his ordinary day.
And she speak
Of her so humdrum week.

An hour on a Saturday
In which he does stray.
Then, it, being over
She dons her pullover.
But perhaps they may meet
One day next week.

Cakes and Tea in Battersea

When a young lady of Battersea
Invited me for cakes and tea.
It was so very delicious
But, her boyfriend turning vicious.
Now I’m hiding up this tree!

Tempted by Hyacinth

Tempted by hyacinth
Who did bring
Thoughts of spring.
Should winter repent
Of sweet hyacinth
Who’s subtle scent
Does so tempt.
Tease. And please.

Perfume lingers on fingers.
Flowers beautify
A man’s bare room.
To buy
Oft does bring
The pleasure of spring
To winter old.
Whilst flowers grow cold.