Poems of 1987.
Poor Valentine
The moon was bright,
He held her
tight,
His heart was all a flutter,
He heard a shout - Her eye dropped out -
And
rolled around the gutter!
He drew her near,
And kissed her ear,
His passion was
a quiver,
She gave a cough - Her leg fell off -
And floated down the river.
With
ardour flamed
He spoke her name,
This vision of his dreams,
His heartbeat
stopped -
He heard a plop -
As her teeth fell in the stream!
Alone at last
He
held her fast,
Desire in him awoken,
As he caressed Her lovely breasts
She gave
them as a token!
So he closed his eyes,
And with a sigh
Declared his love was
free,
But the wind took hold
As her hair of gold
Flew off into a tree!
……
Now-
love is blind,
And so unkind,
For on the night they wed:
She coughed and sneezed
-
Which shook his knees -
Then fell apart in bed!
Richard passing by my home
Resembling a garden gnome!
Can it be that he has read
What the local paper said.
And I doubt that he’d approve
If he’s heard that I may move
But there’s a reason to be sure -
For he’s not passed this way before.
THANK YOU, LORD, FOR THIS
MY BED
Thank you Lord, for this my bed
And this soft pillow for my head
The simple treasures that I own
This little house, my humble home,
Contented spirit, heart that sings,
Thank you, God, for everything.
To Dawn
There once was a lady from Kent
Whose big toe was all crooked and bent
For she had a big bunion
The size of an onion
That pained her wherever she went.
So the surgeon he gave her the chop
But his work was a bit of a flop
Now they’ve knicknamed her Peg
‘cos of her wooden leg
But she sure is a whiz at hop skotch!
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