Tag Archives: Rhyme


You praised polyamory.

As for me

I am not polyamorous

But you, being glamorous,

I found time

To rhyme

And discuss polyamory

With thee …


When a young lady whose name is Lou

Said, “watch out as I’m coming for you!”.

And I said, “are you a ghoul,

She said, “no! you stupid old fool!

I’m Lou, and you’ve just stolen my shoe!”.



When a young lady named Kate

Said, “Kevin, you really do procrastinate!”.

I said, “I beg your pardon!

But I am doing this garden!

But perhaps the garden can wait …!”.

Corporate Types

Corporate types programme their likes

Into computers,

Where they are heard

By commuters

And a middle-aged poet

Who romanticises vinyl,

And exchanges a final word

With the barmaid,

Who doesn’t remember vinyl.



A Careless Young Lady Named Mar

A careless young lady named Mar

Is known for losing her bra.

While her friend Coral

Is really quite moral

Though I’ve sometimes found her bra …

I Forget the Last Time

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


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 …


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!”.