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January 4, 2019
I Know A Young Lady Called Kate
I know a young lady called Kate
Who has enjoyed many a hot date.
My girlfriend Leigh
Likes the number 3
And we are very fond of Kate!
Entering the Room
Entering the room
In headscarf
With just a hint of perfume.
Half West
And the rest?
She is familiar with the headscarf.
And the rest
Is a hint of scent
The West
And repent?
Kurtz
It is many years since I read Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”. However this post kindles in me a wish to reread it.
“Mistah Kurtz-he dead” (The Hollow Men. Line 1)
Conrad’s Kurtz seems, by no means, what Kipling had defined “the best ye breed”, the perfect product of Western civilization, all Europe, in fact, had contributed to the making of Kurtz, as his mother was half-English, while his father was half-French. Painter, musician, writer and even philanthropist, he exercises a pow...
January 3, 2019
I Saw A Ghost
I saw a ghost, that was somewhere
Yet not there.
I will deny
That it appeared to me
For, you see
Things of the night
Should stay out of sight
Of polite
Company.
A Doctor Who’s Name Is Kirt
A doctor who’s name is Kirt
Said, “this really won’t hurt”
But his huge syringe
Caused me to cringe
And that needle it really did hurt!
Come and be interviewed for my new 2019 Author Interview Series
It’s a new year and time for a new series of author interviews.
One of the features of my blog that I have enjoyed the most is my author interview series.
Over the past few years, I have posted over 200 interviews. We have learned about many authors, both traditionally and independently published. We have learned what makes them tick and what techniques have worked for them in creating and promoting their work.
For 2019, I’m looking to post weekly author interviews based...
January 2, 2019
A Young Lady Who Wears Stilettos
A young lady who wears stilettos
Goes walking through the ghettos.
Her name it is Claire
And she is well known there
And she wears only stilettos …
I Know A Young Lady of Rye
I know a young lady of Rye
Who eats nothing but pie.
She has grown so very plump
That she can neither walk nor jump.
And she works at a baker’s in Rye!
On Entering My Room Last Night
On entering my room last night
I received a bit of a fright.
As there on my bed
In her nightdress blood red
Lounged a vampire with fangs pearly white!
When a Young Lady Who’s Name is Joan
When a young lady who’s name is Joan
Composed a poem on her phone,
And sent it to me, at just gone 3
It made me weep and moan!
