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Women and Fine Wine

A young lady pouring very fine wine
Said, “sir, I shall never be thine!”.
I said, “good barmaid
I have merely paid,
To enjoy a fine glass of wine!”

Bramble

A tall bramble
Fed by rain
Caught my eye.
The bramble
Will remain
Fed by rain
From a troubled sky.
And man may stay,
Or simply die.

A Man’s Pleasure

She asked me
What I like
One summer night.
I told her.

‘Twas no affair.
Just a man’s passing pleasure
With one who would never
Be his under normal circumstance.

A quick dance
For my pleasure
In summer weather.
And the clock …

The Recorder

Is there a recorder, somewhere
Noting down our every act?
I doubt the fact
Of god
But who has not
In the depths of dreams
Heard the recorder
That does die with I,
And seen
The thick black book
Wherein his every sin
Is writ?
And when he is gone
The record lives on
Be it known or not.

What Prose Writers Can Learn From Great Poetry

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Kevin

Ron the Don

There once was a don named Ron
Whose lectures just went on and on.
As loud snores filled the room
He would gaze at the moon,
As she slept whilst Ron went on!

Wicked Lou

A most wicked young lady named Lou
Has written about me and Miss Sue.
Its really quite shocking
And involves Miss Hocking.
We’d sue, but its all perfectly true!

Lyme Who Picked a Fight with Father Time

There was a young man named Lyme
Who picked a fight with Father Time.
But old time slipped away.
And on his final day
Lyme made his peace with Father Time.

Ann’s Pram

I met a young lady named Ann
Who was pushing a rather large pram.
She said “they look like you!”.
I replied, “oh god, that’s true!”.
And then I ran from Ann’s pram!

Modest Miss Rosebud

There was a young lady named Rosebud
Whose refrain was Sir, “I never could!”
But after much wine
And sweet music divine,
Modest Miss Rosebud found that she could …