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.
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.
When a young man drinking my wine
Said, “this vintage it is truly divine!”
I said to him, “Keith!
You are a terrible thief!
You must pay for that vintage divine!”
The weather
Is bitter
And drear.
Men kill for pleasure
And things that glitter.
My dog sleeps near.
A simple, kindly soul
With no desire
For the cold
Fire of gold.
When a young lady made an interesting confession
About her work in the world’s oldest profession,
I said, “working in farming
That is really most charming!”
I am known for my tact and discretion …!
A young lady whose name is Rose
Is well known for losing her clothes.
Her friend Miss Gwen
Is fond of men
Though she’s not so obliging as Rose …!
When men
Are alone
They have the phone.
Or the internet.
Where a lonely guy
May easily buy
A fleeting pleasure.
Though some who buy
Repent at leisure.
When a young lady named Moore
Called me a crushing old bore
And I asked her why
She heaved a great sigh,
And then I heard Moore snore!!
When I saw my dear friend Miss Pam
Pushing new twins in her very large pram
I remembered all that wine
And said, “are they mine?”
Have you ever been hit by a pram?
When the talented and beautiful Miss Ria
Wished us all a happy new year
That old rake Lord Mar
Said, “will you go far?”,
And he’s still washing off Ria’s beer …!