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There Once Was A Writer Named Hugh

There once was a writer named Hugh
Who, wishing to write something new,
Flew straight to the moon
In a hot air balloon.
But he still couldn’t write anything new.

There once was a writer named Hugh
Who, wishing to write something new,
Flew straight to the moon
With a heated silver spoon,
Pursued by a copper called Lou!

The Wind, In The City

The wind, in the city
Blows on our pretty
Baubles. And on thee
And me.
And seems to say,
“Baubles and thee
Will pass away.
But I will stay
And laugh
At lad and lass
Who, in the joy of romance
Drink and dance
And Think
They will remain, forever young.

The poet’s tongue
Will into silence go.
While I (the weather)
Will forever
Remain
In wind, and snow,
And rain.

Counting Sheep

When he asked her to dress that way,

There was nothing to say

Other than for her

To concur

With his wish,

For a man must have his favourite dish. 

Did she care

About what she had to do?

The high-heel shoe

She already had, and the short dress

To. Although I must confess

That I know not

What she thought. But, at any rate

Her recompense

Was great 

Redress for any sense

That she was being abused

(And girls choose

To wear such shoes

Do they not)?

   And his expense

Was huge.

As for the aftermath,

She took a bath,

While prior to sleep

He counted sheep

Its True That Double Beds Are Made For 2

Its true
That double beds are made for 2
But when tea
Turns into wine
3 can be divine.
Or so I understand
From a girl named Bland,
Who says that she
Can introduce me …