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2 Goddesses I Know

2 Goddesses I know
And will go
And worship at their feet
But they may my ardour defeat
And bid me cease,
‘Else they will call the police!
Should I therefore hold my peace,
Or whisper words of love
To a goddess above?
And if I express my passion
To a young lady of fashion,
To which one should
I speak?
I am weak
With desire,
‘Tis best to kill this fire
For ’tis only a delusion
That a goddess could
Give me her love,
And confusion
Would, I maintain
Reign, where I to voice
My love
To 2 goddesses a...

A Young Lady Who Is Extremely Intellectual

A young lady who is extremely intellectual
Says that there can be nothing sexual.
Whilst in my bathroom full of steam
She said, “you most certainly do seem,
To be a man who is quite intellectual!”.

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A young lady who is extremely intellectual
Says that there can be nothing sexual.
My bathroom being steamy
She said, “you are seamy,
Whilst I am a true intellectual!”.

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A young lady who is extremely intellectual
Said, “there can be nothing sexual.
So we spoke of progress,
Then she lost her d...

Oft I Pass By The Graveyard Plot

Oft I
Pass By
The graveyard plot,
But rarely stop
Though one day,
I shall stay
When the creator
(Whether god or nature)
Takes my breath away.

There Once Was A Poet Named Lee

There once was a poet named Lee
Who wrote a poem about a bee,
But his verse being poor
The bee said, “no more!”,
And stung him on the knee!

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There once was a poet named Lee
Who composed a poem about a bee,
But his verse being poor
The creature said, “I implore,
That you write no more about me!”.

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There once was a poet named Lee
Who composed a poem about a bee,
But his verse was so very bad
That it drove the creature quite mad,
So he flew into a tree!

I Kiss

I kiss
And partake
In bliss,
Then wake
To my greying head
And an empty bed.

A Short Black Dress

A short black dress
You wore.
Making it easy for
My hands to explore
Your unstockinged legs.
Yes I confess
That I remember the dress
So black and tight,
And the hot
Night, though not
To my shame,
Your name

Whilst Searching My Store Cupboard

Whilst searching my store cupboard
I found old Mother Hubbard,
She lay on a bunk
With a disreputable old monk,
But her doggy I never discovered!

A Barber Whose Name Is Dave

A barber whose name is Dave
Invites men in for a shave,
With his large cutthroat razor,
Which he calls the final eraser,
And the police are questioning Dave!

A Young Lady of Battersea

A young lady of Battersea
Invites men round for tea.
A man from Clapham
Says nothing will happen,
But I’m going round to see!

When A Young Lady Named Lou

When a young lady named Lou
Threw at me her shoe,
I quickly did duck
And said, “bad luck!”,
But she owned another shoe!