HER RED HAIR FALLS

 

As she quietly sleeps

Her red hair falls

In a crimson cascade

Across the fresh

Milk white skin

Of her naked flesh

And as I take in

The breath-taking vista

I sigh to myself, in

Contented admiration

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 203

 

Rub-a-dub-dub,

Margarine in a tub,

Without any butter the table is bare

The crumpets, the muffins,

Bread from the loaf tins

They all need to be buttered thick

For the most satisfyingly simple fare

ARE YOU WEARING A WAISTCOAT?

 

Are you wearing a waistcoat?

Well, it certainly gets my vote

Though some might disapprove

And it falls on me to behove

To say without being uncaring

It’s the only thing you’re wearing

RED LEATHER

 

She wore red leather

From head to toe

Which subtly squeaked

As she went to and fro

 

It hugged her figure

And she smelt divine

That new car smell

Is a favourite of mine

 

That leather clad lass

In the red leather suit

Without doing anything

Could toot my flute

I WAS ONCE A MEDICAL STUDENT # 7

I was once a medical student

But I didn’t really concentrate

I was asked what “benign” meant

Alas it’s not after you be eight

MY SATNAV HAS AUDIBLE ALARMS

 

My Satnav has audible alarms

They make each journey fraught

So, I think I’ll trade it in

And buy the silent sort

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

 

Happy birthday dad

See, we did remember

Because you are so dear

Just like every year

 

We will never forget

We just wish and wish

You were still here

Just like every year

 

So we wish you

A happy birthday

And wipe away a tear

Just like every year

 

Harold Curtis 19/6/1922 – 8/5/1978