When a young lady serving curry and rice
Said, “do you all like my hot spice?”.
The girls said, “Rose!
Put on some clothes!”.
But the men all liked the hot spice!
When a young lady serving curry and rice
Said, “do you all like my hot spice?”.
The girls said, “Rose!
Put on some clothes!”.
But the men all liked the hot spice!
When a young lady of this great nation
Said, “sir, you have a terrible reputation!”.
I said, “come see my etching.
You will find it most fetching!”,
Which confirmed to that young lady my reputation …!”.
Gazing at my unmade bed
As a chill breeze
Enters in, I remember dead
Love. and girls who please,
(Though not for love).
Nor do I love
Such women.
But when we partake
In lust
Man half-believes
He can escape
The dust.
For lust deceives.
When a close friend of my girlfriend
Invited us to spend a dirty weekend,
We entered the deep wood
And fell in the mud!
But lets return to our dirty weekend …!
They couldn’t stay long.
A remembrance of hands
And an abandoned hairband,
Kept for a while,
Brings a sad smile
To a man’s ageing face
At a girl’s lost grace.
As the meeting neared it’s end
My old friend
Who had not
Yet said a word,
(Leastways, I heard
him not),
Interrupted, and did say,
“Tick tock”.
Yet the clock
Is forever ticking away
our day,
Though oft we heed him not.
I know a young lady named Khan
Who invites me into her old barn.
In the new stable
Miss Mabel is able,
While Khan works hard in that barn.
When a clown whose name was Moat
Sang as he sank in a boat,
His friend Guy
Began to cry,
At the loss of his new boat …
There once was a man most dissolute
Who liked to play on his lute.
When the young women came round
You would hear a sweet sound
As he skillfully played on his lute!
A young lady whose name is Leigh
Has composed a poem all about me.
Her verse is so bad
That its driven critics mad,
And now they are all blaming me …!