When a young lady wearing just socks
Jumped out from a red pillar box ,
And a postman named Marr
Said, “want to go far?”,
She said, “well, I’m wearing just socks …”.
When a young lady wearing just socks
Jumped out from a red pillar box ,
And a postman named Marr
Said, “want to go far?”,
She said, “well, I’m wearing just socks …”.
When a young lady dressed in red
Pulled me into a very large bed
I said to her, “Hop!
You and I should stop!
As the customers have turned bright red!”.
There once was a man named Banes
Who had a great obsession with drains.
Being small and thin
He often fell in
Which caused Banes pains in those drains!
These fallen leaves
On the cold January ground
Send a message profound.
I am bound
To be as these leaves
And fertilize the ground.
A good short post on form poetry, https://www.writingforward.com/poetry-writing/what-is-form-poetry
I know a young lady named Honey
Who has found I’ve come into money.
She’s proposed to me
Along with Miss Lee,
But I can’t marry Lee and Honey!
Sometimes the fox’s bark
Pierces the dark
As our bodies meet
Under comforting sheets.
A girl’s soft kiss
And exploring hands
Can command my lust.
But your bark,
So cold and sharp
Speaks of dust.
There once was a man named Neil
Who said, “I shall invent the wheel!”.
A young lady called Sun
Said, “that’s already been done!”,
As she rolled around with that Neil!
Young women’s heels click.
Clocks tick.
The weather is cold.
Girl’s arms
Have their charms.
I grow old.
A January breeze
Whispers through trees
And winter grasses
And, as it passes
It speaks to me
Of my mortality.