with pennants flying proudly
see how tall they stand
not quite in the water
nor fully on the land
standing straight-backed in the sun
like a regimental band.
with pennants flying proudly
see how tall they stand
not quite in the water
nor fully on the land
standing straight-backed in the sun
like a regimental band.
Filed under Photographic, 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
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
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
The trick or treaters getting weary
found our Uncle Fester cheery
even if he did look somewhat eerie
as smiling he said, “Hello dearie.”
Filed under Humorous, Self compositions
I decided I would take a photo
of the old Minster’s rose window
for when the sun shines down through the glass
you can see Saint Maria’s ass
as she leads it along the main street
in order to find grass to eat
but although I am not one to complain
sadly the weather turned to rain
so we went home, my camera and me
for there was no Pepper’s Ghost to see
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, 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
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