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I Awoke From a Doze

I awoke from a doze
Refreshed, in my old armchair.
Who knows
I may go that way.
For many a man goes
In doze.
If it be so
I shall not know.

You Gave To Me

You gave to me
A part
Of thee.
But the tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Told me your heart
Was not
With me.

No memento
Have I of thee
Though perhaps a part
Lives on in art.
But the inexorable clock
May measure
More time together.
I know not.

My Midnight Stroll

Whilst walking through the churchyard at midnight
I received a bit of a fright
When mischievous Miss Spink
Gave me a wink,
And the vicar wished me good night …

Miss Khan’s Barn

I know a young lady named Miss Khan
Who lives in a charming old hay barn.
I like to play
In the sweet hay.
As I love Miss Khan’s charming old barn …

Bed

At his leisure
He takes his pleasure.

A spark dies
In a girl’s eyes.

How many tills
And blood red bills
Must be fed?

All our lust
And fear of dust
Ends in bed

Immature Men

When a young lady named Moore
Said, “you men are so immature!”.
I stood on my head
On a furniture shop bed,
As the customers all shouted “encore!”.

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Whilst Dining With the Beautiful Miss Fay

Whilst dining with the beautiful Miss Fay
She said, “you are old and grey”.
But after much wine
She found me divine,
And her thoughts they turned to play!

Kelly and the Large Orange Jelly

I know a young lady named Kelly
Who fell into a large orange jelly.
She recovered quite well
But, strange to tell,
Kelly now wobbles like a large jelly.

I Know a Young Lady Named Flow

I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
So I’ve locked my window on Flow …

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I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
And now they are refusing to go!