Tag Archives: Rhyme

When A Young Lady Named Rose

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When a young lady named Rose
Bought a set of completely clear clothes,
The people, being rude
Said, “you are nude!”,
Why they said that, nobody knows!

When A Waitress Whose Name Is Fay

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When a waitress whose name is Fay
Said, “your bill you must certainly pay”,
I asked her to dance,
But, when she looked askance,
I ran like the clappers away!

Some Girls Dance For The Love Of The Thing

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Some girls dance
For the love of the thing,
And others For the security that a ring
does bring.
While others, with a fixed smile
Dance in bed
For they have bills to pay
Although it has been said
That some would rather be dead
Than go down that way.
Be that as it may
Will you condemn
Those who with men
Consort for pay
When the wolf
is baying at the door
And call them, “Whore”?
Or will you
Metaphorically flay
The lonely men
Who pay
For company,
And more
With a girl you label “Whore”?
Tell me
Who will you condemn?

A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou

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A young lady whose name is Lou
Has an obsession involving strong glue.
She is extremely posh
And has lots of dosh,
And she’s rather stuck up is Lou!

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A young lady whose name is Lou
Has an obsession involving strong glue.
She is extremely posh
And has lots of dosh,
But she’s not as stuck up as you!

Vita Brevis Press Forthcoming Poetry Anthology

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“Vita Brevis Press, LLC will begin accepting submission for its first poetry anthology in the fall. The anthology will feature emerging and established poets and will be available in print and digital formats”.

To find out more please visit this link, https://vitabrevisliterature.com/poems/big-news-the-vita-brevis-anthology/.

The Krays

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Whilst out walking in a maze
I came upon the Krays.
When they demanded all my money
I said, “do you like honey?”,
Which greatly confused the Krays!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kray_twins

I Prefer Sitting In An Old, Comfortable Armchair

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I prefer
Sitting in an old, comfortable armchair,
Reading traditional rhyme
As my clock’s regular chime
Speaks of a more ordered time,
To the idea that we must
Forever thrust
Towards some utopian goal
Where my soul
Is nothing when
Compared to the common good
Of collective men.
I would
Rather sit in my armchair
Or, out of my window stare
not at some abstract “common good”
But at a fine old tree
That will outlast me
Unless some vandal destroy that tree
In the name of a better society,
That will never be.

So Many Disdain The Life-Giving Rain

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So many disdain
The life-giving rain
And pray
For a sunny day.
But I
On hearing the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
Or, on looking up to the great sky
And feeling purifying water upon my face,
Give thanks for this green place,
And the flowers that in such profusion sprout,
And pray that we can avoid a drought.