I forget the last time.
But often look
In dusty books
And find pleasure in rhyme.
I still feed my need
With verse from volumes
Full of musty scent.
But there is another perfume
Of which I sometimes repent
I Forget the Last Time
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Alibi
A man whose name was Wood
Said my poetry was no good.
In the forest dark
His end was stark.
But my alibi it was good …
Decorum
I know a young lady named Rose
Who walks around whilst wearing no clothes.
But when we go shopping
She does wear 1 stocking.
Which I think shows decorum by Rose!
The Inadequacy of Verse
I heard a Blackbird
And did curse
The inadequacy of verse.
He knows not poetry,
Yet outdoes me
In verse.
Chancer
I awoke with a gorgeous lap dancer
Who said, “sir, you are a chancer!”.
I said, “dear Miss Follit
Have you seen my wallet?”.
She said, “sir, I’m also a chancer!”.
A Brutal Young Man Named Keith
A brutal young man named Keith
Threatened to knock out my teeth.
But I produced my faithful knuckleduster,
Which got him in a fluster,
Now Keith is wearing false teeth …!
Squire Pleasant
My uncle, the good natured Squire Pleasant
Invited me to go and shoot peasant.
I went with my spouse
And found peasants and grouse,
And the police who arrested Squire Pleasant!
I Have Awoken to an Empty Bed
I have awoken to an empty bed
And recollections of past sinning
With women.
I have felt spiritually dead
And fought to forget regret
In bed.
But, for a long time
I have engaged
Only in rhyme.
When I leave the stage
Only my rhyme may remain.
For there is no pain when dead.
When Dreams Turn to Nightmares
When dreams turn to nightmares
On endless dark stairs
And you are alone
In your castle of bones,
And you pray
For the day
That may never come,
You are in the nightmare
Of despair,
Where there is nowhere
To run.
When they speak of light
You see only night,
But the endless black stairs
Of your nightmares
May melt away
Into the day
And the sun
May come.
Should I Make a Full Confession
Should I make a full confession
Concerning my most recent shocking indiscretion?
It concerns Miss Amy
And her girlfriend Jamie –
And a lawyer who advised discretion …!
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