March 14, 2012

Cups and saucers on silver trays,

What better sight on sunny days?

 

Sat in the garden on the bench,

In the company of a sprightly wench.

 

I’ll have some sugar, two lumps please.

Oh, you are a sweet little tease.

 

I’ll chase you round the apple tree,

But only after I’ve taken tea.

 

These shortbread biscuits are divine,

Perhaps you’d like a drop of wine?

 

And another glass, maybe?

Yes, that’s better…. Sod the tea.

 

Let’s get merry in case we die.

Let not our life just pass us by.

 

Each second wasted is a loss,

Oh look! There goes an albatross

 

Let’s make hay whilst the sun doth shine,

Isn’t life just so sublime

 

 

February 23, 2012

 

I’m guilty by association

I knew his mother’s brother

We once had a romp in the bluebell wood

And then went back for another

 

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