On going to bed last night
I saw a young lady with a kite.
When I asked, “what are you doing here?”
She said, “the night being drear
And your window so near,
I flew in here with this kite!”.
On Going To Bed Last Night
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The Reaper of Grain
I am rested today.
I shall stay that way,
Getting plenty of sleep
But, sooner or later
This prater
Will, his toil
Cease, and find peace
In nature’s good soil,
For I maintain
That none can foil
The reaper of grain.
Dusk Must Come
Dusk must come,
And the setting sun
Mark Time
For rhyme.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Danced on the table at 2,
The restaurant’s manager Mike
Said, “your dancing I like,
But do you think you could serve now, Lou?”
When A Young Lady Of Vienna
When a young lady of Vienna
Asked me to lend her a tenner,
To mend her door,
I said, “you will need more,
As a tenner won’t go far in Vienna!
When A Foolish Young Man Named Meek
When a foolish young man named Meek
Challenged me to a duel this week,
And I said, “pistols at dawn!”,
He looked most forlorn,
As Dawn is on holiday this week!
Good Night
All agree
That a gentleman will offer coffee
Or tea,
And that he
Will hold open the door, and say,
“good night”
In a gentlemanly way,
And watch her sweet face
Enter the embrace
Of the sultry night.
Curious
A young lady said, in a manner most curious
That she “liked to go fast and furious!”.
So we went running together in filthy weather
Which made her poor mother Heather,
More than a little furious!
A Recollection of Heels
I remember the feel
Of your heels.
You left them behind
For me to find,
And asked me to keep
Them for your return.
You never came.
No need to weep.
For the secret
Of your name
Is safe.
Will I embrace
A girl’s disdain,
or learn?
Sometimes I wish that “progress” would stop
Sometimes I wish that “progress”
Would stop,
Like the express
Train at Adlestrop,
But it will not.
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Note: The above was inspired by Edward Thomas’s fine poem, “Adlestrop”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53744/adlestrop
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