Tag Archives: rhyming poetry

Nesting Boxes

I recall the nesting box

On my grandfather’s shed.

Blue Tits laid their eggs.

Some grew, and flew

Away.

 

January seems dead.

Yet, in the churchyard birds

Sing.

 

 

And, come the spring

Birds will lay in boxes

To the delight

Of young children.

And foxes bark

In the depths of night.

A Most Forgetful Young Lady Named Lou

A most forgetful young lady named Lou

Has a habit of losing a shoe.

My dear old wife

Is waving a knife,

And my dog he’s found Lou’s shoe …

There Once Was a Short Sighted Hairdresser

There once was a short sighted hairdresser

Who confessed to the great Father Confessor.

He said to her, “Bess,

It is right to confess.

But you are addressing my Welsh dresser!

Miss Heart and My Art

I know a young lady named Heart

Who poses nude for all my art.

She is petite and pretty

And lives in the city,

And the vicar he loves my art …

When Young Men Find Delight

When young men find delight

Under a red bedspread

With girls who pass through

How many of them

Consider how cold

Is the hold of gold?

 

Time runs on

And youth turns to age.

Some still engage

With girls who pass through,

But all age,

And in time, are gone.

 

Ling Who Likes to Dance and Sing

A young lady named Ling

Likes to dance and sing.

In the depths of the dark

The dogs howl and bark

And neighbours throw things at Ling!

I’ve Just Met a Very Old Monk

I’ve just met a very old monk

Who stood in the pub getting drunk.

He said, “sweet barmaid Claire

Let us have an affair!”.

Have you seen a black eyed monk …?

Lord Kettle

My great friend the late Lord Kettle

Said, “I am quite unable to settle”.

Then he made some tea,

Which he shared with me,

In a place that’s known as Settle.

Polyamory

You praised polyamory.

As for me

I am not polyamorous

But you, being glamorous,

I found time

To rhyme

And discuss polyamory

With thee …