Tag Archives: poets

The Corrupt City

When I met a young lady named Witty

Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,

I said, “many women grace

My fine old country place.

Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.

Divine Poetry

A young lady whose poetry is divine

Is famous for her naked readings online.

A moderator named Pam

Has disabled the webcam,

As she doesn’t find those poems divine!

Bad Boy!

When a young lady named Miss Wood

Said, “you know you haven’t been good!”.

And her and Miss Jane

Both reached for a cane,

I ran and hid in the wood!

The Importance of Soap

When my friend whose name is Miss Kath

Said, “I feel we all need a bath”,

And her and Miss Cope

Jumped in with the soap,

They threw us out of that swimming bath!

My Trip to Bath

I travelled on a train to Bath

Which was manned by a skeleton staff.

It was on the night of Halloween

And all the passengers did loudly scream.

But the skeletons got us to Bath!

Fantasies

Sometimes I think

A thought

I ought

Not to think.

 

 

The devil winks

At me

And whispers, “she

May say

Yes”. To caress

And kiss

Would bring bliss

To me

For a while.

 

 

Maybe she

Would confusedly smile,

And say

“I never knew

That you

Felt that way

About me!

I must go!”.

But, maybe

She would stay.

 

 

Best to hold

My tongue

For words flung

Carelessly away

May come back

To bite.

But o the delight

Of 1 single night!

But hot fantasy

Is not reality.

So I

Must try

To let it be.

Curry and Rice

When a young lady serving curry and rice

Said, “do you all like my hot spice?”.

The girls said, “Rose!

Put on some clothes!”.

But the men all liked the hot spice!

My Reputation

When a young lady of this great nation

Said, “sir, you have a terrible reputation!”.

I said, “come see my etching.

You will find it most fetching!”,

Which confirmed to that young lady my reputation …!”.

Unmade

Gazing at my unmade bed

As a chill breeze

Enters in, I remember dead

Love. and girls who please,

(Though not for love).

 

 

Nor do I love

Such women.

But when we partake

In lust

Man half-believes

He can escape

The dust.

For lust deceives.