Poetry

  

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ODE TO PAINFUL LOVE

Let not our love

Slip through our fingers

You bit my bum

And the pain still lingers

I screamed and I cried

Like the three tenor singers … … …

“You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Biting all the time

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Biting all the time

Well, you bit my bum so hard and you ain't no friend of mine.”

 

Don’t worry if your job’s a joke

And your successes few;

Remember that the mighty oak

Was once a nut like you!

 

 

 When I was a little child
My mother said to me
There are two words my son
That'll open many doors for thee

PULL and PUSH

 

She stood on the bridge at midnight
Her heart was all a quiver
She gave a little cough
And her wig fell down the river 

 

Say it with flowers

And chocolates too

Say it with jewellery

Or a good meal for two

Say it from the heart

Say what you think

But never be careless

And say it with ink 

 

 

A certain young lady named Lilly
Likes knickers light pink and frilly.
In winter she wears
Maybe three or four pairs,
To keep her from feeling too chilly.

 

 

Rose's are red

Violet's are blue

Enid's are green

And Sophie's are pink with white dots

(I've seen them on the washing line)

 

Did I ever mention my other aunt Olive?

When she was born, the ink in the pen they used did not come out for a bit

so the writing on the birth certificate was not accurate.

 

Instead of Olive they named her Clive.

 

She always insisted on being obeyed to the letter.

Once she told me I could eat the left-over chicken in the fridge.

 

I did, and I was freezing being in the fridge! 

 

AND FINALLY

 

Does a constipated owl suffer from

Irritable Owl Syndrome?