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Humorous Verse

I have always enjoyed humorous verse. As a child I derived great pleasure from Edward Lear’s “The Owl and The Pussycat” and other similar verses. Then when I began to first write poetry, besides my serious work, I also penned (and continue to compose) humorous poems, 2 of which can be found below.

 

 

When a young man named Gus

Quoted Thomas Malthus on the bus,

A few fell asleep

While others did weep,

But the driver he didn’t fuss!

 

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When a close friend of my girlfriend

Invited us to spend a...

Daisy Chains

I saw daisies in spring grass

And thought of the past

When I first made my chains

Unaware of coming care.

 

Our acts forge a chain

For good or bad.

When I was a lad

I took daisies freely

Innocent of what would come to be.

 

I have picked so many spring flowers.

And I have learned

That youthful hours

Can never return

And the chain I made

May grow heavier with age.

The Beauty of Dawn

There was a young lady named Dawn

Who danced nude on the vicarage lawn.

The vicar’s wife Hocking

Found it most shocking

And the vicar he studied Dawn’s form.

In Our Youth

In our youth

We search for fairies.

Then when we reach maturity

We see the truth.

There are no fairies

Or white knights

To  ride to our rescue.

There is love and lust

And the Reaper

Who sweeps.

An Old Tree in Whitehall

An old tree, so stately and tall

Stands in Whitehall.

Officials have talked as they walked by

Of the law

And, gazing at the sky forecast rain

And coming war.

 

Bombs have fallen from the sky.

And empire’s fire has died.

But this fine old  tree survives.

And now I pass by

My heart humbled by this tree.

The Kindly Postman

When a young lady wearing just socks

Jumped out of a red pillar box

A postie named Dan

Being a kindly man

Bought her frocks from the local shops.

The Rain Had Come and Gone

The rain had come and gone.

Yet still raindrops fell

From branches  laden down with rain.

 

 

Then, the mower came

To cut grass as I passed

Along the churchyard path

Where the old  trees grow

And the dead sleep below.

 

Neither these trees nor the dead

Will know that I passed

Along this well worn churchyard path

As the mower cut grass

Heedless of rain.

Gale and the Whale

There once was a girl named Gale

Who got swallowed by a large whale.

But her heels being sharp

He said, “for my part,

I wish I had swallowed a snail!”

Friendship

I saw hyacinths at my friend’s door.

Such sweet scent, but too soon spent.

Now I enter at his door

Though the flowers bloom no more.

But our friendship lives on

Though the hyacinths are gone.

 

 

All flowers must wither and die

But friendship may survive

Until the body dies

And we become as one

With sweet flowers long gone.

The Latest Fashion

Awaking after a night of passion

With a young lady of fashion,

I said to her, “Lou!

We’ve been sleeping in glue!”

She said, “it’s the latest fashion!”