There once was a girl named Louise
Who lived in a hive of bees.
When they said, “do bees sting?”.
She said, “love is my king!
And I fend them off with cheese!”.
Louise Who Lived in a Hive of Bees
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Liberty and Equality
Sometimes, my old friend
You seem to contend
That those who are weak
Should hold back the strong.
But let us speak
Of liberty, my friend.
And how, in the end
It dies when the strong
Are constrained in the name
Of that slippery god Equality.
I would not condemn
Imperfect men
To the elusion of equality.
You see
The death of variety
Is inevitable, when good men
Philosophise. And, turning their eyes
Away from reality.
Forget great liberty.
And obsess over equality.
Lost in Translation
One night stand
How very bland
When I say
It that way.
3 words hidden
Behind a euphemism
She, Studying At University
She, studying at university.
Sitting on his settee.
The wine eases.
She softly pleases.
A girl’s first time
Caught in a rhyme.
A generous fee
For her company …
There Once Was a Well Known Intellectual
There once was a well known intellectual
Who became famous for wearing one spectacle.
He explored beautiful young women
And the concept of sinning …
Some say he was not that respectable …
Riding with Miss Stride
When a young lady named Stride
Said, “do come for a ride”.
We entered the stable
And Stride, being able,
I soon learned how to ride
Whilst Drunk On All Kinds of Booze
Whilst drunk on all kinds of booze
I borrowed my new girlfriend’s stiletto shoes.
And walked through the town
Wearing nought but her nightgown.
Did you see me on the news?
There Once Was a Nymph Named Fay
There once was a nymph named Fay
Who liked to play in the hay.
The local squire
Had a desire.
But that nymph she refused to play!
I Would Rather Be a Tree
I would rather be a tree
In the midst of the wood.
For in woodland glades
The traffic noise fades,
And the song of the bird
Fills the heart of the wood.
And the poet’s word
Is as nought to the bird.
My Easter Egg
When a beautiful young lady named Meg
Leapt out of my large Easter egg,
I said, “my dear sweet miss
I would give you a kiss.
But you have ruined my Easter egg!”.
