Of ducks and sunsets by Jem Croucher
As the sun sank low down there in the west its day labours done and time for a rest … Read more …
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Continue ReadingHer Feminine Ways Leave a reply Oh see her feminine ways. How sweetly she does flirt To obtain that cute skirt. And man pays […] Read more …
Continue ReadingHoney Who Likes Men with Money Leave a reply A young lady whose name is Honey Only dates men with lots of money. My friend the actor […] Read more …
Continue ReadingAugust Is Hot As Lust Leave a reply K Morris – Poet August is hot as lust. I was born in January […] Read more …
Continue ReadingLabour divine Lavender production here in full swing its fragrance filling the air as jars of pure loveliness wait to be filled on the table in front of me there […] Read more …
Continue ReadingWhen a Curious Young Lady Named Miss Lake When a curious young lady named Miss Lake Said, “is it true you are a rake?”. […] Read more … Psst: There is much more poetry on Kevin’s blog.
Continue ReadingDown to the beach I came down to the beach after a long and arduous day the sunshine still quite high and quite hot still I would say […] Read more …
Continue ReadingWhen I Watch the Living Meet by Alfred Edward Housman On Sunday 1 August, I took down my copy of A E Housman’s A Shropshire Lad. Whilst I am an admirer of Housman’s work, as with all poets and authors, certain of his writings resonate with me more so than do others. One such poem is […]
Continue ReadingI Thought I Had Lost I thought I had lost The key to my clock. […] Read more …
Continue ReadingThe Importance of Tipping When a waiter by the name of Kipp Said, “sir, do remember to give a tip!”. I said, “I’m reliably told (…) Read more …
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