
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

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

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

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

Cruising white-tipped waves on a restless sea
of uncharted depths cloaked in mystery
remains the ideal life for me

Filed under Factual, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Uncategorized
Who will grieve when I am gone
I have no daughter nor a son
My wife departed long ago
Of my demise she will not know
Or care.
The end.
Filed under On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Uncategorized

My lady’s name was primrose
she had such a beautiful snub nose
from where I would start kissing
making sure no part was missing
to the tips of her pretty pink toes
Filed under Comic verse, Limerick, On the lines of romance, Uncategorized

I looked at my neighbour
and she looked at me
then she smiled, bowed her head
and asked if I could see
that we and all the the other posts
were painted quite brightly.
I asked her for the reason
and with a smile of glee,
she said tonight when the park is closed
we will dance round the old dead tree

I stand in silence exuding the dignity expected by my infrequent, reluctant visitors. Casting long shadows over the darkened windows, the black lace veils and dark suits so seldom aired. Offering comfort through familiarity to the grief-stricken, the respectful onlookers, the older ones knowing what best to say and do. Inwardly I smile for have I not, like many of my kind, stood guard at the cemetery gates for half of my two hundred year life.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Flash fiction, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Crouching low
she turns with a smile,
inviting,
smooth white limbs
encased in mesh, not feathers
will she fly with me?
I’d like a photo in there said Anne
so off we went, camera in hand
but first I had to pee,
she held it for me
and that’s how our romance began
Filed under As you read it, Comic verse, Humorous, Limerick, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
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