Days down by the sea
Far away from
amusement arcades
Away from the pier
And noisy shopping
parades
Just wide empty
beaches
The salt sea breeze in
my hair
Whatever the weather
I really don’t care
Long languid days
Spent down by sea
Just a wet shaggy dog
My lady and me
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her and doggie some bread
When she got there
The cupboard was bare
So she ate the doggie instead.
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The ninth and final
was,
The divine Urania,
Heavenly muse,
Was the muse of
astrology
A globe in her hand
Dressed in a cloak
embroidered with stars
Urania was reader of
the stars
I have given up sex for Lent
Which should not
disconcert
As I haven’t done it
for six years
So another month won’t
hurt
I have given up sex for Lent
Which is to some small
extent
An empty gesture on my
part
As I had to as I have
a bad heart
I have given up sex for Lent
Which is to some small
extent
An empty gesture on my
part
As to stop I’d first
need to start
It’s Lent once again
That time of year
To de-clutter, A time
To tidy and clear
But it’s not the time
To tidy the garden
shed
The garage or the loft
Or even under the bed
Lent is the time when
Spring cleaning begins
When we cleanse our
souls
And wash away our sins
