I see
Me,
Indistinct,
As a shadow,
And think,
This sunny day
And my shadow,
Must fade away
Shadow
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Euphemise
You may imprison
A name
In a euphemism,
To avoid shame,
But it will get free
And be
Known all the same.
Out of discretion,
Or, to avoid pain
You may euphemise
A profession,
But behind those enigmatic eyes
Lies,
The same, much traduced,
Ancient name.
When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “I want to be on page 3!”,
Her friend, the Right Reverend John
Said, “page 3 has long gone,
But there’s a photographer whose known to me”.
I Think On Feet
I think on feet
I wish to meet.
And on girls who lose
Stiletto shoes,
Or maybe,
Keep them on for me.
I think on the dance of feet
Beneath the sheet,
And on scattered clothes,
And a rose, that was once a rose.
Yet not all girls lose, their precious shoes.
Lust
Lust
Makes the strong
Weak with desire,
But passion’s song
Must
End in dust.
A Police Constable Whose Name Is Ling
A police constable whose name is Ling
Tried to catch me in a sting,
With a young lady named Louise
And a large hunk of cheese,
It was such a close run thing!
How Sweet And Sad Was The Bird I Heard
How sweet and sad was the bird
I heard
As I stood at my open window.
When I go
To the pub to meet my friends,
We will pretend
That there is no end,
Or at least hide for a while
In the smile
Produced by drink,
Which makes men think
That all,
This will last.
But, I shall recollect the bird’s call,
As I stood at my open window
And know
That all
That sings, must pass.
Eternity
Some find
In the arms
Of that ancient profession
A kind
Of passing peace.
But a girl’s charms
Fade, and many a confession
Is made
By those who still believe, to the priest.
Though, in modernity, eternity
Is feared, by those who think
On dust
And such
As a never ending drink
From the waters of Lethe
Where men find
Peace
From the world’s call,
And all
Thought
Is reduced to nought,
In Hades where there
Is no hot
Fire, and desire
Is forgot
In an eternal, dreamless dream,
And Satan’s grin, is never seen.
For the song
When A Young Lady Who Was Extremely Plastered
When a young lady who was extremely plastered
Said, “I have this blogging game mastered!”,
I said, “those shoes on your head,
And you being in the wrong bed,
Show that you are well and truly plastered!”.
I Know A Beautiful Young Dancer
I know a beautiful young dancer
And many men want to romance her.
If they have lots of money,
She calls them “darling”, and “sweet honey”.
And she owns a dog named Chancer!
