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There Was A Young Lady of Berlin

There was a young lady of Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
Whilst running for a train
She fell down a drain,
And dropped her bottle of gin!

There was a young lady of Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
Whilst running for an express train
She got stuck in a drain,
Which made a wicked man grin!

When a young boy from the Netherlands
Said, why do young women in the windows stand?.
And why does that winking red light
Never cease to shine, both day and night?,
His father said, this...

Thursday Humour

There was a young lady of Berlin
Who commited a most wicked sin.
It concerned a young man of Vienna
And the theft of a tenner.
And it caused the Devil to grin.

There was a young man called Mark
Who met a lady in the dark.
I could say she was pretty
And that her conversation was witty.
But I wasnt there with Mark!

My Communist Friend

My friend whose name is Grist
Is a deep red Communist.
He made all of his money
Through trading in sweet honey,
And Honey is now suing Grist!

On the Internet

On the internet
You may find love.
Regret.
God above.
(Or nature
Or some other creator).

On the internet regret
Is sold
For gold.
At the click of a mouse
A foreign spouse
Will come to stay
(If you can pay!).

Or a lover for the night
Will bring you sweet delight
But you must have money
To pay for your honey.

The web may mangle
And the unwary entangle
In pleasure and pain.
But, much is mundane
For there is nothing shocking
About food shopping.

Social Darwinism

I once had a friend called Grist
Who was a most fervent Social Darwinist.
Whilst out on the stormy sea
It was either him or me.
Oh, how I miss that Social Darwinist!

Lou and Bess

When a young lady whose name is Lou
Said, Im feeling really quite blue,
And her dearest friend miss Bess
Said, lets take off our dress.
I thought, what should a shy man do

Mother Nature

In thee
I see
And hear
Beauty and cruelty.

The sweetness of birdsong
Brings tears to my eye,
For I
Know that our birdsong
Will not last long.

Some see cruelty
In the cats play with the bird,
But have they not heard
That wee, in nature see
Our own inhumanity.

A cat
Remains just that,
A cat,
Whilst we

Humans anthropomorphize
And say, in nature lies
Beauty and cruelty.
But, what we see
Is you and me.

Lou Who Lost Her Stockings

There was a young lady called Lou
Who wrote a limerick most blue.
It concerned the loss of her stockings,
And was so very shocking,
That I wont repeat it to you!

Abusive Relationship

The below was sent to me by a female friend and is reproduced with her kind permission. The poem pertains to an abusive relationship so, if this may trigger emotions you would not wish to be triggered, you may wish to avoid reading the below:

Im glad Im out of there
Now, its time for some self-care
You dont deserve me
You pushed and you shoved me
Where theres violence, theres no real love there

A Young Woman’s Shoes

You left your shoes under my bed.
It must
Be said
That there was no love, just lust
On my part,
And your calculating, heart.
You did not return,
And I, never learned.