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
I’d like to tell you a little tale
about a girl called Rita Hayward,
with her independent outlook
her parents thought her wayward,
but like many women in those days
she liked to think herself liberated,
certainly her breasts turned out to be as
when while on a date she co-operated
with the removal of her underclothes
giving me a quite expectant thrill,
imagine how my pulses quickened
when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill
On the cross-dressers trip to Navarre
agreeing to meet in the hotel bar
the singer had a nice ass
but a voice like rough crushed glass
who turned out to be a tranny
which to them seemed quite uncanny
Filed under Adult themes, Comic verse, Humorous, No offence intended, Self compositions
With a hungry child,
the rent man knocking, calls for
desperate measures,
those who buy her services
seldom gain or give delight
In the beginning
actions at first thought funny
then a little odd,
descent into psychosis
served to provide the answer
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, No offence intended, Self compositions, Tanka, Uncategorized
Many a good tune
coaxed from the body of a
fine vintage fiddle,
Vigorous use of the bow
and some sensitive plucking.
Filed under No offence intended, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Tanka
A young girl from Glasgow called Jeanie
was struggling to unclip her bikini
when I offered to help
she let out a loud yelp
and said No, I think she’s a miserable meanie.
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, No offence intended, On the lines of romance, Whimsical
Stop
look
listen,
for the shrill
blast on the whistle,
a warning to the unwary,
or a promise of release to the broken-hearted.
picture “uphill path” from Crispina Kemp
Sally lived at the top of the hill,
when she walked into town the boys got a thrill,
by design or just by chance
she often forgot her underpants,
every day the menfolk hoped for a breeze
when she went to pick up the groceries,
her mother said Sally this will have to stop
but her dad said she should also forget her top
why say that to her said his despairing wife
because I won’t have a bill for the rest of my life.
Maintaining their pride
in the fight for acceptance,
divisive movement
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Haiku, No offence intended, Self compositions
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