There once was a rather famous old PM
Who, on hearing the chimes of Big Ben,
Turned to his Special Adviser,
And said to her, “Liza,
Let us swing from that great pendulum again …”.
Tag Archives: poets
Heather
When a young lady who calls herself Heather
Spoke to me of the pleasure of leather.
I said, “on the moor
The stags they do roar.
And young men, they take pleasure in heather”.
There Once Was a Poet Named Hogg
There once was a poet named Hogg
Who owned a rather large old dog.
Oft, as the day grew dark
There would come a sharp bark.
In free verse, from that clever dog.
On a Day of Great Heat
On a day
Of great heat
Hot men pray
That they
Will meet
A girl’s naked feet.
For after the heat
Of the sun
The rain may come.
Hocking
A young lady by the name of Hocking
Engages in behaviour which is really quite shocking.
I still have the shoe
Of that wicked Miss Lou,
And I’ve oft worn those stockings of Hocking …
Art
Moral men condemn
The world’s sin.
And the devil does grin
For he knows the dark
Within their art.
A Talented Young Man Riding a Goat
A talented young man riding a goat
Said, “many a poem I have wrote
About young ladies from Ealing,
Who dance on my ceiling.
And can someone please stop this goat!
As I Walked the Streets Last Night
As I walked the streets last night
I got arrested by constable Miss White.
She said, “that’s enough!”.
And with her handcuff,
I got cuffed to White all night!
When An Extremely Large Old Crocodile
When an extremely large old crocodile
Said, with a most beautiful smile,
“Its good to swim
So jump right in”.
I carried on draining the Nile!
The Crocodile
When an extremely kind old crocodile
Gave me a most winning smile,
I said, with a grin
“I would love to swim.
But I shall practice self denial!”.