Miranda from Hull was a grocer’s daughter
who loved to stroll in the evening down by the water
where she would stand and look at the boats on the quay
and the crewmen would invite her on board to take tea
but she would smile sweetly and say sorry she couldn’t
for her sister Jo had done so when she shouldn’t
because although they could not have been kinder
her fatherless daughter was a constant reminder
Filed under Comic verse, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Finally I am laid to rest
all my worldly cares forgotten
no more will I feel so rotten
as when the pain within my chest
convinced me that it may be best
if I booked in the surgery
my local doctor for to see
and told that I would have to wait
for they were not open till eight
by then it was too late for me.
Filed under Comic verse, No offence intended, Self compositions
When we took a ride on the big wheel
I was hoping to cop a feel
but it didn’t take long for me to see
the earth below and its beauty
when I said this to my girlfriend
she said our relationship should end
for saying no to me was just a game
and things could never be the same
I must admit I was taken aback
and said give me the fare money back
she said you can go to hell
so I’m left frustrated and poor as well
Filed under Comic verse, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Take a look at this lovely pony
it’s obvious he is feeling lonely
he knows if he squeezed through the fence
he’d be able to meet new friends
but for now he will just stand and sigh
as he sadly watches each passer-by
Filed under Comic verse, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Like many people in Britain I fear
who’ve all been waiting over a year
to see people on the other side of the world
who ran and jumped and bounced and twirled
but quite a few of us in the main
have watched the rowers as they strain
but have any of us ever thought
if they get sore sitting on those thwarts
Filed under Comic verse, Factual, Self compositions
Whilst on a trip down to the Weald
I went for a walk through the fields
The air smelt fresh, I soon saw why
On the hill was a huge pig sty
I have no qualms about pig-shit
Just glad I didn’t walk through it
Then a story came to my mind
The tale of the Gadarene swine
And the farmers in this region
Wouldn’t like it if I were Legion
Filed under Comic verse, nature inspired, Rural life, Uncategorized
The contestants in Paris to Dakar races
plan their routes on a most sensible basis
that if they are not able to carry any water
when planning their route they oughta
make certain that they can stop at an oasis.
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Self compositions
Here’s the story of Nathaniel Quinn
he never did learn how to swim
one day at the lakeside he fell in
and though everyone was looking for him
they never did find poor Nathaniel Quinn
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Self compositions
Today we all are wearing black
sporadic laughter, shoulders shake
no sombre silence shades the wake
as all reflect upon old Jack
now at the end of life’s long track
sad member of the widowed club
chose as his second wife the pub
so I think we should raise a toast
to one who did so more than most
and in the act was prone to blub.
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions
Home comes the sailor, home from the sea,
he stands on the foc’sle and what does he see
a crowd of happy faces standing on the quay
he thinks my wife’s among them waiting there for me
but he’s not too surprised for this is not to be
she’s run away with Jim who lived at number three.
Filed under Comic verse, Factual, Humorous, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
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