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Morbid Miss Beth

A most nervous young lady named Beth

Was known for her fear of death.

Her old aunt Louise

Gave a great sneeze,

And frightened that young lady to death!

A New Venture – Launch of the Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP)

I am pleased to announce the launch of the Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP).

 

The party derives it’s title from the area which it hopes to govern, (Upper Norwood in south-east London). Upper Norwood takes it’s name from the Great North Wood which used to cover much of what now constitutes Upper Norwood.

 

Below is a summary of policies. Please note, this is a living document and as such is subject to change.

 

The Economy:

 

The Upper Norwood Independence Party (UNIP) strives for indepen...

With Apologies to T S. Eliot

The women come and go.

But talk not of Michaelangelo.

One drunk on booze

Leaves her stiletto shoes

Behind  for Prufrock to find.

 

No mermaids sing for him.

But the girl was slim

And provided some delight

To a poet’s night.

 

 

When he turns to write

He finds that Miss Follett

Has taken his wallet,

And ponders on the Wasteland

Which a few understand!

Happy Easter!

A young lady who calls herself Honey

Likes to dress as the Easter bunny.

After food and wine

We crossed that line –

Then that bunny she stole my money!

 

Happy Easter to all of my readers!

The Old Tree

In my adulthood

I passed by the tree

Well known to me

In my childhood.

 

 

It stands by a path

Where many have passed

That old tree

Without a glance or sigh.

 

 

Our lives move fast

As we rush to catch

Some form of transport.

And we all are caught

In time’s great web.

 

 

All our loves and lusts

Must turn to dust.

And even this great tree,

Which will outlast me,

Will be dead

Not Quite Adlestrop

Sitting on the platform,

Waiting for my train to stop,

I thought of Adlestrop.

 

 

I yawned.

Someone lit a cigarette.

Noone complained

And no authority figure came.

 

 

I hated that cigarette

And prayed for a train.

Yes I remember Adlestrop

And the poet’s name.

 

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The above poem came to me as I sat at Gipsy Hill railway station in south-east London. I doubt the gentleman who shared his cigarette with those on the platform (including me), has heard of Edward Thomas. I suspect he has no care fo...

Rainbow

On a late March day

The spring hides away.

The sun may come

Interspersed with cold rain.

 

 

Perhaps I should go

In search of a rainbow

For I am told

That rainbows lead to gold.

 

 

I doubt tis so

But a rainbow

In a poor poet’s heart

Is surely art

And worth more than gold.

A Young Lady Named Amanda

I know a young lady named Amanda

Who says that I don’t understand her.

She is slim and petite

And lives on my street

And I’ve seen her walking her panda!

A Young Lady of Uganda

I met a young lady named Amanda

Who comes from a place called Uganda.

She called me sweet honey

And spent all my money,

Then escaped whilst dressed as a panda!

Threatened with Chains

When a young lady brandishing whips and chains

Said, “do you like a girl with brains?”,

I said, “dear Lou,

I most certainly do!

But please can you stop brandishing those chains!”