I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
Category: Poetry
Limerick XIII
There was a young man named BlewittWho stood on a hilltop in DruittHe measured its heightAnd said with delightIt’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it!
Limerick XII
A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
Limerick XI
There once was a fellow from SurreyWho said; it’s coming – oh shit, what a worryHe felt his butt take a turnAnd thunder and churnI better get to the loo in a hurry
Limerick X
There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink – And when he woke he was wearing a thong
Haiku poetry XVI
In summer The poorest dance in dreams The rich watch from afar
Limerick IX
I knew a conceited young woman named Pat Who had trouble describing her cat She’s big I suppose With a really long nose So like you then; a liar and fat
Limerick VIII
There was a young man who was coughingBut it wasn’t the cough – ‘twas the coffinThey’d carry him offEnding the coughAnd ending a life in the offing
Like a leaf
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
Limerick VII
I met a mate at the bar near my house(He was lucky his wife let him out)He drank like a sinkGave a young girl a winkThen she hit him and called him a louse
sensualism 