On entering my spacious bedroom
I smelt a sweet perfume.
‘Twas my friend Miss White,
Who said, “tis a beautiful night,.
Shall we admire the rising moon?”.
Tag Archives: Rhyme
Strolling Through the Graveyard in Early April
Strolling through the graveyard in early April,
I enjoy the warm sunshine.
I am not sure of the divine.
Still,
A man may take pleasure
Whilst not knowing whether
Mother Nature, or the Creator
Causes the sun to shine.
Both are divine.
And a minuscule
Virus does wait,
Unseen by the eyes,
To seal the fate
Of the fool
And the wise,
For it does not discriminate.
The Artist
Kisses in springtime
Make for rhyme.
Flowers open.
The unspoken
Word, is heard
In the heart
Of the artist
Who does capture,
In his art
The rapture
Of a girl kissed
By an old reprobate.
The portrait
Is his
At any rate.
A Young Lady Named Lou
A young lady named Lou
Will only entertain the number 2.
Whilst her boyfriend called Lee
Dreams of the figure 3.
And Sue, she thinks of Lou!
Saddles
Heels and sin
She is to him.
He paddles
Without saddles.
And cares not
For what
May be,
For he
Is in his stride
And can not
See
Beyond the pond,
Where those who ride
In waters hot
Oft times find
They lose their mind,
In a momentary desire
To play with fire.
And the cost of lust,
Is dust.
Whilst Consulting The World Map
Whilst consulting the world map
I suffered a great mishap.
I spilt my wine
Along a sensative line,
Which caused a diplomatic spat!
Daisies
The daisies remain,
Although not the same
As those I saw
Carpetting Nature’s floor,
When, as a child
I ran wild
And free.
I can almost see
The Daisy Chain,I made from nature’s great store.
Better to have left them on her green floor.
As it is much easier to disrupt than construct.
And the chain I composed
On the school playing field
Did yield
To time.
Am I arrogant to suppose
That this little rhyme
May outlast the brief hour
Of a daisy flower?
A Young Lady Named Pam
A young lady named Pam
Performs for gentlemen on webcam.
Each day at 3
She reads her poetry,
And then she performs on cam!
A Young Man By The Name Of Hogg
A young man by the name of Hogg
Said, “I shall blog about my new dog.
But the going it got real tough,
So the dog, who was called Rough,
Took over that blog, belonging to Hogg.
When A Sultry Young Lady Named Claire
When a sultry young lady named Claire
Suggested we have a quick affair,
I said, “that naughty Miss Hocking,
Her behaviour is really quite shocking!
Do you happen to know her, Clair?”