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There Was A Young Man Named Gus

There was a young man named Gus
Who caught the wrong kind of bus.
He found himself on a boat,
With nought but a goat.
You should have heard that terrible fuss!

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There was a young lady named Leigh
Who said, “is it really me?”.
But the glass it broke,
As the words she spoke,
So Leigh was unable to see!

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There was a young man named Shane
Who caught the wrong train.
A guard named Pride
Said “enjoy the ride,
And my daughter’s name it is Jane!”

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There was a young man named Shane
Who boarded the wrong train.
A guard called Pride
Said “enjoy the ride
As this is an express train!”

I Remember You Still

I remember you still.
How the heat
Did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still.

I remember you still.
How you did desire
The electric fire
In my bedroom,
And soon
The heat
Did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still

I remember you still.
How you bought that dress
To impress
And fulfil my desire.
The fire
Removed the outer chill.
Oh yes, I remember you still.

I remember you still.
Your head
On the bed
And us warm from the heat
That did defeat
The outer chill.
Oh ye...

Seed

As a child, I planted an apple’s seed.
I watched it grow and could not hide
My pride.
Alas it was a mere weed
That I did feed.

Kero Audio Promo

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His name was Kero, and he was a West Highland White Terrier.

Well, his name was actually Castellan Keroberous, but that’s quite a mouthful, so we usually just called him Kero. Since it was a mouthful even for us, I figured it...

Puppet Master

I observed an elderly puppet master, with a puppet on a string,
And my heart was sore for such a young and delicate thing.
The puppet did dance at his command
And he gripped her hand
Exceeding tight.

But out of sight
Of her master, I fancied that I saw the puppet wink
And I did think
On age and youth,
And appearance and truth

I Long For Hardback Books

I long for hardback books
And sequestered nooks
In traditional pubs with open fires.
My desires
Are simple and yet
I get
Paperbacks that fall apart
And drinking dens that lack a heart.

The Truth Of The Matter?

The unvarnished
Truth is on display
When she removes her paint, at close of day.
Alone in her room, with tarnished
Skin,
She broods on sin
And the he
Who corrupted she.

But was the man to blame?
For an answering flame
There was in her,
He would swear,
Were he there
In the lionesses’s lair.

Is Adam to blame
For Eve’s shame
If he find an answering spark
Within her heart?

Yet he lit the match
And his pleasure took when she did catch
Alight
That night
Long ago.
She did not say “No”
But what a tem...

There Was A Young Lady Named Rose

There was a young lady named Rose
Who painted all of her toes.
She wore thick socks,
Which acted as locks,
So I have never seen her toes!

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There was a young lady named Rose
Who painted 5 of her toes.
She left the remainder unvarnished.
Her reputation got tarnished,
As to why? Nobody knows!

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There was a young lady named Rose
Who painted her fingers and toes.
She painted them black
But she did lack
Enough to varnish her nose!

There Is A Kind Of Conservatism

There is a kind of conservatism that has little or nought to do
With politics, but which runs through
Many a man, who will say
“I like it this way
For it has always been so.
I know
That the horizon seems bright,
But there is pleasure in the scent of these roses
Here and now in this night garden.
Other posies
May brighten some dreamed of day
But here I would stay
Surrounded by these well trodden garden paths
And the laughter of friends
Who are ends in themselves.

Such a man weeps to see
The a...