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There Was A Young Lady Named Kate

There was a young lady named Kate
Who always came home very late.
Her mother looked grave
While her father did rave
At his daughter for coming home late!

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There Was A Young Lady Named Louise

There was a young lady named Louise
Who’s pleasure it was to please.
I asked her for honey
(which she found extremely funny),
So she gave me a hive of bees!

Maiden Cough

The hay
Was soft.
In the loft
They lay.
She coughed
Her final maiden cough
That day

Online Distractions

Yesterday evening (Sunday 26 November), found me contentedly sitting on the sofa in my living room, reading a recently purchased braille edition of Robert Frost’s “North of Boston”, http://www.gutenberg.org/files/3026/3026-h/3026-h.htm. On turning to the final poem in “North of Boston”, which is entitled “Good Hours” https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/good-hours, I came across the word profanation. Being wholly unfamiliar with the word I was keen to ascertain its meaning. I had, however turn...

There Was A Young Man Named Howl

There was a young man named Howl
Who owned a tawny owl.
Each night it would hoot
As he played the flute,
Which made his neighbours scowl!

Bent Magnets And Bad Pennies

Bent magnets attract the attention
Of bad pennies,
Although I know
Not which came first,
Nor which is worst

Did You Hear The Owl?

“Did you hear the owl?” I said, as we sat in my living room.
(It will be over soon.
The prey caught
I thought).

“No” you replied.
Twice more the bird cried
But you heard
Not a word
He said.

The bed
Was hot
And the owl you did not see
Forgot by me.

Swans

I must confess
That many a girl in a short dress
Has set my pulse racing.
I am forever chasing
The elusive swan,
Who is here then gone
Into the night sky.

I
Am a dry
Watering hole temporarily wet
By girls I forget,
‘Ere I move on
To another swan.

There Was A Young Man Named Locke

There was a young man named Locke
Who found a mermaid under a rock.
When he asked her name
She hid in shame
As she wasn’t wearing a frock!

Card

I maintain
That the card
Hit the hard
Bottom of the pillar box.
Yet I retain,
Here in my hand
That self-same card,
With crumpled envelope
I can not seal.