Cried a dainty-finned, pretty young gudgeon,
“You horrible, mean old curmudgeon!
You won’t buy a pearl
For your favourite girl!”
And swam off in a fit of high dudgeon.
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Vis-a-vis
Said a cheeky young lady called Liz,
She’d show hers, if he’d also show his.
They went on with the game;
To the boy’s grief and shame,
She exclaimed “What? Is that all there is?”
Almost immaculate
Other women, perhaps hold a grudge,
Call her slut; who are they, though to judge?
Though she’s not yet his wife,
On the page of her life
Is no blot, just a bit of a smudge.
Tragic heroines
Shakespeare’s men couldn’t cut it, I fear,
Not Hamlet, Macbeth nor King Lear;
Lady Mac was much steelier,
Portia, Cordelia;
The kings and the knights were small beer.
Hollywood
In the film, from the poem or ballad,
The heroine, helpless and pallid,
Her virtue in peril,
Is rescued by Errol
(Flynn. Clark also valid.)
The chaste kiss
He was charming, and rather persuasive,
She friendly, but coy and evasive;
She kissed the poor boy,
Which she did quite enjoy,
Though his whiskers were somewhat abrasive!
Summer night
On the warm summer air borne aloft,
Came the quite unmistakable waft
Of the musky perfume
Of a woman of whom
He recalled a voice husky and soft.
Coffee
I need coffee to live, day and night,
Cappuccino, espresso, flat white,
Latte, long or short black;
Soon I’m right back on track,
But soy, decaf or skim just aren’t right!
A fortunate life
She was sixteen, and cute as a dimple,
But stressing out over a pimple!
Not poverty, war,
Climate change; what a bore!
Ah, if only all life were so simple.
The lure of the East
I prefer my girlfriends oriental;
They’re sexy and so ornamental.
White girls are designed
Much the same, yet I find
The resemblance almost accidental!