Standing by my bed
You said,
“Does it bother you?”
Red lights ahead,
But I went through.
The roof
Seldom falls in
On sin.
I never told you
The truth
But perhaps you know
It was merely so-so
Standing by my bed
You said,
“Does it bother you?”
Red lights ahead,
But I went through.
The roof
Seldom falls in
On sin.
I never told you
The truth
But perhaps you know
It was merely so-so
There was a young lady of Dundee
Who decided to climb a tall tree.
When they said, “are you high?”
She said, “that I emphatically deny!
There is no pot in this tree!”
A talented young lady of Good Hope
Is an expert in tying a rope.
Some men spend time blogging
About the pleasures of flogging.
As for me, I visit Good Hope …
A literary young lady named Miss Lou
Being determined that her book break through
Lobbed it at the window
Of a publisher I know,
And that book it did break through!
A young lady known as dom Kip
Is famous for her fearsome old whip.
Pretty Miss Heather
Likes tight leather.
And the judge he prefers Kip’s whip …!
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I know a young lady named Yvette.
We met as I browsed the internet.
On a certain website
You may find delight.
And you will also find Miss Yvette …
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Said, “you will get what’s coming to you!”
I turned deathly pale
And said, “not Gale!”
Lou said, “yes, and you’ll get me too!”
Today I turned 53.
Shall I make free
With women and wine?
Or stick to rhyme?
Old Father Time
Stands behind me.
The feminine and wine
Can not conquer time.
In summertime
Hyacinths bloomed.
Now, in wintertime
The dead surprise
And rise.
Their bloom
May come soon
To brighten a
January day
‘Ere they
Fade away.