A mare’s deep scar
On her youthful hide.
She has gone far
With many a horse.
Of course, a sensitive horse
Senses the scars inside.
But he has his need.
And mares must feed.
A Mare’s Deep Scar
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Coffer
There is plenty
on offer
To a full coffer.
But an empty
Old coffer,
He receives no offer.
A Young Lady with Plenty of Money
A young lady with plenty of money
Calls me her sweet and her honey.
Her name it is Jane
And she’s so very plain.
But, dear reader, she’s loaded with money …!
When a Young Lady Sitting On a Box
When a young lady sitting on a box
Said, “sir, you are a sly old fox!”
I replied, “dear Lin
I’ve committed no sin.
It’s his lordship whose been wearing your frocks!”
Pursued By a Soulless Fly
Pursued by
A soulless fly
I stroll
Through the wood.
Flies live and die
In this verdant place.
Whilst many men die
Far away from grace.
Vice
I make tea
While she
Takes a shower.
I know
In an hour
Or so
She will go.
She smokes a cigarette
At my open window.
I regret
The cigarette.
But women and wine,
Are they not divine?
(Note, “Women and Wine” is a thread running through the poetry of Ernest Christopher Dowson).
When a Young Lady Who Comes From Burton
When a young lady who comes from Burton
Came round and swung from my bedroom curtain,
And I said, “don’t fall!”
My cynical old friend Paul
Said, “she fell long ago swinging in Burton!”
More Often Than Not
More often than not
I stop
By the graveyard plot
Where a soft breeze
Rustles trees.
Yet, outside this spot
I hear it not.
Whilst Dancing On My Most Favourite Bar
Whilst dancing on my most favourite bar
I was joined by barmaid Miss Marr.
All the glasses went flying
And old ladies started crying.
And they still haven’t found that bra!
Old Mother Hubbard for Today
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor doggy a bone.
But when she got there
She found Miss Claire,
Keeping company with the good vicar Bone!
