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Gorgeous Miss Unity

The gorgeous and very talented Miss Unity

Is well known in the poetry community.

She reads her verse nude,

Which many find quite rude!

And then I go home with Unity …!

 

The Careless Young Guy

There once was a careless young guy

Who fell into some very sharp cacti.

He said with a squeal,

“These are the real deal!”.

Then sighed and died from those cacti!

 

Barmaid

She says that she used to see me

On her way to school.

As she pours my usual drink, I think

Of Larkin’s “The Old Fools”.

And I cast around for something to say

About my so ordinary day

Midnight Poetry

As I sat reciting poetry at midnight

I spied a young lady dressed in white.

When I said, “are you a ghost!”,

She said, “no! I’m your host!

And your poetry woke me up at midnight!”

 

Pistols in Bristol

There once was a man from Bristol

Who was famous for his antique pistol.

When he gave a great cough

That  old gun it went off!

There once was a man from Bristol …!

 

The French Dancer

I know a young lady from France

Who likes to dance on a high branch.

When she’s in the mood

I’ve seen her dance nude –

But not on a very high branch!

Tennyson’s the Lady of Shalott Sung by Lorena Mckennitt

A couple of days ago, I came across this beautiful musical rendering by Lorena Mckennitt of Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott. I am not, generally a fan of musical renderings of poetry. However, Mckennitt’s singing of the poem moved me

 

 

A Young Lady of Ill Repute

I know a young lady of ill repute

Who has great skill in playing the flute.

Her friend Miss Morgan

Plays the vicar’s organ  –

They say he’s a man of great repute …!

Conkers Found in My Desk Drawer

I found 2 conkers in my desk drawer.

I could return them to the forest floor

Where they would rot and be one

With fruits and flowers long since gone.

 

Autumn is in the air,

Yet I do not care

To return them to the ground.

 

A thought, perhaps profound,

We are all bound

To join Mother Nature’s great store

When we, as leaves fall

And become as one

With generations long gone.

 

Conkers may be put away

In a drawer.

But Autumn’s fall

Says all things must decay.

When a Beautiful Young Lady from Harwich

When a beautiful young lady from Harwich

Went and boarded a first class carriage,

And a ticket collector named Glass

Said, “this ticket is second class!”.

She said, “but I am proposing marriage …!”