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Hypocrisy

Those who would deny
That we are all hypocrites to some extent,
Should repent
Of their lie!

A few,
Its true
Maybe naive,
And themselves deceive.
Yet I
Say that most men, deliberately lie.

So I
Will try
Not to condemn
Other men
Lest they should find me out
And, from the church rooftops shout,
“Sir, you also, lie!”.

Some possess the art
To conceal, within their heart,
Their own hypocrisy. But conscience or fear
Does, in their nightmares shout,
“Your fellow man may find you out!”.

When My Friend Whose Name is Mia

When my friend whose name is Mia
Said, “tell me what I want to hear!”.
I said, “you are witty,
And more than just pretty.
Now please give me back my beer!”.

When Visiting My Friend The Squire

When visiting my friend the squire
I met a young housemaid named Moriah.
Who was in a state of undress
Which, I must most earnestly stress,
Had nothing to do with the squire!

You May Speak of Morality

You may speak of morality
But when
Lonely men
Feel their mortality,
What chance
Has philosophise,
When man can
Enjoy The ancient dance,
Of a professional’s, calculating, eyes?

When A Young Lady Named Jane

When a young lady named Jane
Said, “you ought to die of shame,
Inviting young women in at long gone midnight,
Then, seeing them off by late morning’s light!”,
I said, “but you rang my doorbell, Jane!”.

Elastic

When a young lady with morals most elastic
Said, “it would be absolutely fantastic
If you could pay my expenses.
Let us have no more pretences!”,
I said, “my finances are not that elastic!”.

The Whig Version of History

There once was a young lady named Mystery
Who believed in the Whig version of history.
She would constantly stress
The inevitability of progress.
But her reasoning, it remains shrouded in mystery!

There Once Was A Young Lady Named Melisa

There once was a young lady named Melisa
Who desired all the men to kiss her.
She was pretty but flighty,
And wore only her nightie.
She’s gone, and all the men miss her!