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There Once Was A Young Technocrat

There once was a young technocrat
Who played cricket with his cat.
The feline said, with a purr
“I don’t play fair”
And whacked him with a bat!

“Shadows” Revisited

On 3 December 2016, I wrote “Shadows” https://newauthoronline.com/2017/10/03/shadows-3/. My poem was prompted by the play of shadows created by the winter sun upon the walls of my study.

Today (Sunday 3 December 2017), it is (as was the case one year ago) a cold day. There are, however no shadows playing upon the walls of my study.

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“Shadows” appears in my latest collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”, which is available from Moyhill Publishing, and Amazon.

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There Was A Young Lady Named Daisy

There was a young lady named Daisy
Who had a reputation for being lazy.
She went out on a date
With her brother’s best mate,
Though her recollection is somewhat hazy …!

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There was a young lady named Daisy
Who had a reputation for being lazy.
Her boss named Ted
Yelled “get out of bed,
Or I’ll fire you for being lazy!”

Most Flowers Are Visited By The Bee

Most flowers are visited by the bee.
As for me
I remember a flower’s tender heart
That I have not the art
To describe,
Save to say
That it was exceeding sweet inside.
But another bee
(not me)
Did steal away
It’s bloom.
It’s heart being broken
Others visited soon.

There Was A Young Lady Named Charleen

There was a young lady named Charleen
Who I have never seen.
She had a boy who looks like me
Which is strange – you see
As I have never met Charleen …

Sums On A Page

Sums on a page
Are cold.
Yet they hold
The attention of lady Night
Who exits (stage right)
To meet a knight
In tarnished armour.

“The Reckoning” by Robert W Service

We all, sooner or later have to pay the bill. Service’s poetry can not be described as complex. It is, however none the worse for that, and in his poem “The Reckoning” Robert Service hits the nail on the head, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46645/the-reckoning-56d2269728b85

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There Once Was A Demon Named Wood

There once was a demon named Wood
Who truly wished to be good.
He went out on the town
His sorrows to drown
And was found, face down, in the mud!

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There Was A Young Priest Named Locke

There was a young priest named Locke
Who did the devil mock.
This caused Satan to howl
In a manner most foul,
Which gave the angels a shock!

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