How soon the scent
Of blossom is spent
In the rain.
These little flowers
No not hours,
While I pass by
In unending rain.
How soon the scent
Of blossom is spent
In the rain.
These little flowers
No not hours,
While I pass by
In unending rain.
When an elderly gentleman named Matt
Said, “have you seen my cat?”,
A man called Hogg
Spoke of his dog,
And me? I ate my hat!
A bishop riding on a goose
Said, “modern morals are too loose!”.
The creature said, “honk!”,
Which rhymes with bonk,
As it’s morals where somewhat loose!
When I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I’ll explore my fetish with you!”,
I began to dream
Of strawberries and cream.
But Lou’s shoe left me black and blue!
Birds on a March evening.
Such beauty and grieving
For we all must sleep,.
Sometimes I almost weep
For birds in the evening
Will sing on
When I am gone.
Yet this night
I shall take delight
In evening birds.
For the graveyard plot
Has no song.
The ageing poet deals
In rhymes of passing time.
As girls in heels
Laugh as they pass by.
Their minds are not
On the ticking clock,
Nor on poets who sigh
As they heedlessly pass by.
February is slipping away.
It is easy to say
I will act tomorrow,
But why not act today?
For each moment I borrow
And Time’s unyielding knife
Ends all joy and strife.
And none can say
When his scythe may fall.
But it must fall
And bring all to dust.
I know a most pretty young maid
And many a game we have played.
Her hair has a kink
And she dresses in pink
And I hear she’s the vicars maid!
I met a man digging a ditch
Who kindly offered me a knuckle sandwich.
A girl named Kate
Passed me a plate
Which amused that man in that ditch!
I know a young lady named Ocean
Who is fond of causing a commotion.
She jumps in my bath
And all my friends laugh,
And my girlfriend she causes a commotion!