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Rooms at Different Times Produce Diverse Rhymes

Rooms at different times
Produce
Diverse rhymes.
A girl’s perfume
In a darkened room
May seduce
A man into penning a rhyme
About lust.
Do not condemn
Such men
For there will be time
Enough for dust.

When a young lady named Joan

When a young lady named Joan
Said, “please, just leave me alone!”,
And I replied, “whatever you say”,
She wept, “oh, do please stay!”,
She’s a strange young lady is Joan!

The Poets Rest

A publican whose name is Best
Runs a pub called the Poets Rest.
It is full of great débauche
And I think that perhaps I ought,
To stop drinking in the Poets Rest!

A barmaid whose name is Best
Works in the Poets Rest.
It is full of great débauche
So I think that I ought
Not to tell the rest!

All Heels, and Hair

All heels, and hair
And legs.
No beds
For him,
Just dreams of sin
With her
Who does care
Not for him.

When A Young Man Named Gus

When a young man named Gus
Quoted Thomas Malthus on the bus,
A few passengers fell sound asleep
Whilst others did most bitterly weep,
But the driver he didn’t fuss!

When A Young Lady Named Gale

When a young lady named Gale
Said, “my dog has no tail”,
And I replied, “are you having an affair?”
She said, “I think I now remember where,
My dog he left his tail!”.

Guest author: Kevin Morris ~ The Picture

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The Picture

The picture stands out against the white

Of my living room wall.

A few birds still call.

A fascination with sunlight

Which, as I watch, slowly dies away.

The night

Takes the day

And the picture we see

Is lost in obscurity;

Although, we hope that this light

We borrow

Will be seen on the morrow,

But this we cannot know.

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The Wheel

Some play roulette
And regret
Nought until they choose
To lose
All on the wheel,
That can not feel

Others choose
To lose
All and fall
For a good time girl.

The wheel
Will whirl
And they feel
The thrill of sin.

Some poets spin
A rhyme
About a good time
Girl and the roulette
Wheel that goes round
In circles of regret.
But ’tis nothing profound.

When A Beautiful Young Lady Named May

When a beautiful young lady named May
Remarked, “I shall be famous one day!”,
A rake called Ned
Said, “come to bed”,
But May had no time to stay!