Doubtless we will discuss
Poetry and lust
Over so-so Wine.
Then, in the morning
We will yawn.
You will depart.
And I will smile
For a while.
No forlorn
Heart of mine
Or thine.
Merely a rhyme
And maybe,
A next time.
In the dark
An urban
Fox’s bark
Pierces my heart.
I maintain
The urbane.
Amongst friends.
But, in the end,
The glass is thin
Betwixt me and him.
As the moon shone bright last night
I spied 2 young women by moonlight.
I said, “this here bed
Has seen many a head.
But this rope is a little tight …”.
There was a young man named Parks
Who quoted the works of Karl Marx
To pretty young women,
Who thought of sinning,
Whilst Parks he thought of Karl Marx!
On my way home late last night
I met a young lady in white.
She gave me a wave
And returned to her grave.
And the theatre was crowded last night!
I met a beautiful young perfumer
Who had no sense of humour.
They say I spent
My money on scent.
But that’s just a wicked rumour!
When a careless young lady named Wood
Got her stilettos stuck in deep mud
And I said, “get them off”.
She replied, with a shocked cough,
“Not here! In this nasty deep mud!”
When a young lady named Miss Lou
Threatened to spank me with her shoe
I said, “I really don’t care
What you do with your footwear,
But you’re exciting the old vicar Lou!”
I met a vicious looking old goat
Who was dressed in a frock coat.
He said, “I will be level.
I am the wicked old devil!”.
So I skinned and ate that goat!
When a young lady who comes from Kent
Said, “sir, I can not pay my rent.
Lets have a quick affair!”.
I said to her, “Clair,
That’s great, but I’m not paying your rent!”
