If Helen was the face
That launched a
thousand ships
Then Paris was the dick
Who caused Troy’s
apocalypse
If Helen was the face
That launched a
thousand ships
Then Paris was the dick
Who caused Troy’s
apocalypse
His life was liken
To a candles flame
But his flickering
glow
Did not sputter or
gutter
For his tapers story
Was to burn in all his glory
Though in short duration
It was an intense light
But the flame that burns
Twice as bright,
Burns half as long
I think it’s probably a myth
Regarding multitasking
women
Like the Loch Ness
Monster or
Shy retiring used car salesmen
Once lit the candle of life burns
Hour by hour, day by day
As the candle's wax melts away,
the hours of your life melt with it
A peaceful quiet life
Produces a gentle flickering light
But burning the candle at both ends.
Causes a tongue of flame
But by flicker or
blaze
The hours of your life
will burn
The most perfect drink
To quench a thirst,
without fail
On a hot summers day
While eaves dropping in the vestry
I heard mention of a
blasphemy palaver
Or so I thought, but
it turned out
That the vicar said raspberry
pavlova
I asked Caroline out on a date
At the start of the
summer break
Neither of us had dated
before
So, there was quite a
lot at stake
We met at the entrance
to the park
And walked to the café
on the lake
We sat at a table in
the window
Where she had a
strawberry milk-shake
Which she drank
through a straw
But my choice proved
to be a mistake
As I tried to be more
grown up
And ordered coffee and
cupcake
The coffee was bitter
and something
In the cake caused a
hives outbreak
Our second date was
less eventful
But was far more memorable