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October 24, 2018
A Roll in the Hay
The hay
Imagined sweet.
Feet
That dance
Without romance.
Then she is on her way
For there is no contract to stay,
Just a roll in the hay
And pay, pay, pay.
“Not Our Kind: the Problem of Book Reviewing Through Tribal Identification”
https://freebeacon.com/culture/not-our-kind/.
The above article is worth a read and is self-explanatory. As for the poem which sparked the article (which is linked to from within the piece), from a personal perspective the literary work is not particularly to my taste. However the attacks on the poet, Anders Carlson-Wee), which are detailed in the article, appear to me to constitute a gross over reaction to what he wrote and I must confess to being somewhat surprised by the fulsome apology o...
October 23, 2018
Wednesday Humour
A beautiful young lady from France
Asked me whether I wished to dance.
As we started to waltz
I said, “are you false?”
She replied, “shush, just enjoy the dance!”.
—
When a naughty young lady called Samantha
Went to school with her panther
The teacher looked black
And said, “take it straight back,
I have no room for your panther!”.
October 22, 2018
Halloween Humour
There was a young lady called Lin
Who grew a giant pumpkin.
On the night of Halloween
I have often seen
The Devil dance and grin!
—
There was a young lady called Lin
Who grew a giant pumpkin.
On the night of Halloween
Or so I glean
She lit that giant pumpkin.
—
There was a young lady called Lin
Who committed a most terrible sin.
Twas in the depths of the dark
When, with her brother Mark
She stole my prize pumpkin!
When A Sheepish Young Man Called Lee
When a sheepish young man called Lee
Came Sidling up to me
And said, “your girlfriend Grace
Has a great little place”,
With him I did agree …!
October 21, 2018
When A Sporty Young Lady Called Samantha
When a sporty young lady called Samantha
Went for a ride on a panther,
The creature, having a stomach ache
Said, “I shall not partake
Of any lunch today Samantha”.
Artificial Grass
I heard an ad for artificial grass
And flowers too
To adorn the gardens of me and you.
What need for what is true
When one can make a pass
At a girl who’s silicon filled bust
engenders lust?
Into the future we thrust
Both lad and lass.
But the artificial grass
Must also pass.
Null
Girlie conversation
As heels pass him by.
No lass
Just the empty glass
And his anticipation
Null.
Yet I
Know that hope
Is the last thing to die
There Was A Young Lady Called Holly
There was a young lady called Holly
Who’s favourite word was golly.
At her boarding school
She broke every rule
Along with her best friend Molly!
—
There was a young lady called Holly
Who’s favourite word was golly.
At her boarding school
She played the fool
Along with a cat named Molly!
—
There was a young lady called Holly
Who wrote poetry far from jolly.
Being rather posh
She said golly and gosh,
And she lived in an ancient folly.
October 20, 2018
PorterGirl : You Know You Want To
Old College Diaries – the complete (so far) PorterGirl collection with oodles of added extras an bonus material!
PLUS! Deals aplenty on the original novels. Go on. You know you want to.
