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December 23, 2018

When I Went To Bed Last Night

When I went to bed last night
I met a young lady called White.
Her friend Lou
Was there too
And said, it is sultry here tonight …”.

When I went to bed last night
I met a young lady called White.
Her friend Lou
Being there too
I wished them both good night …

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Published on December 23, 2018 12:55

December 21, 2018

There Was A Young Man Called Guy

There was a young man called Guy
Who said, “my works they will never die”.
But when I passed his grave
With my friend Dave
He asked, “who was that man named Guy?”

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Published on December 21, 2018 10:17

December 20, 2018

Thursday Evening Humour

When a young man who’s name is Paul
Said “girls they all will fall”,
My friend Miss Spink
Gave him a wink.
As to why? I can’t recall …

When a young man who’s name is Paul
Said, “all girls will fall”,
A lady named Nell
(Who I know well)
Fell off my garden wall.

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Published on December 20, 2018 09:10

December 18, 2018

A Young Lady Who’s Name Is White

A young lady who’s name is White
Wears a dress both short and tight.
When a short-sighted man named Ted
Asked “is it red
She said, “no, but its far too tight!”.

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Published on December 18, 2018 22:46

My Friend Who is Divine

My friend who is divine
Has invited me round to dine.
The food is good
And I would …
But her boyfriend’s back at nine …

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Published on December 18, 2018 12:06

December 17, 2018

Somewhere of Nowhere

A train going somewhere
Or nowhere
Then back
Along this well-worn track.

Not knowing
Where I am going
On this train that
Travels forward, then back
Along the same old track.

I alight
At night
At this well known station
But I know
That I shall go
Forward and back
Traversing this well-worn track
And I wil,
Without trumpet or thrill
Reach my destination

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Published on December 17, 2018 23:17

A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Rose

A young lady who’s name is rose

Is fond of touching her toes

But her dress being very short

I think that I ought

To warn that young lady Rose …

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Published on December 17, 2018 05:18

December 16, 2018

Desire

Fire.
Wet.
Desire
As empire’s
Sun will set.

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Published on December 16, 2018 09:36

Update to my About page

I have updated my About page to include links to the audio book version of ‘The Writers Pen and other poems’. Please visit here for the About page.

For the audio book, please visit here for the UK and here for the US. For Canada, please visit here.

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Published on December 16, 2018 08:32

Decay

On my way
Through the park I smell
Nature’s decay.

In a while
Spring will smile
And all may be well.

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Published on December 16, 2018 05:51