ADVERSARY RHYMES 7 8 & 9

Michael Edwards

 

ADVERSARY RHYMES 7 8 & 9

 

Leo Locket lost his pocket

Kitty Fisher found it

And there was something deep inside

It had a ribbon round it.

 

 

Wee Sally Grundy,

Born on a Monday,

Matured on a Tuesday,

Chased on a Wednesday,

Caught on a Thursday,

Deflowered on a Friday,

Delivered on a Saturday,

Married on a Sunday,

And that was the story

Of Wee Sally Grundy.

 

Little boy Blue

likes blowing his horn

his bed’s by the window

the room is quite warm

and the man who’s there with him

is he asleep?

He’s under the blanket earning his keep.

Will you disturb him?

No not I

for if I do

he’ll poke my eye.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2017 02:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Good concept Michael.

  • orchidee

    Good writes and pic Michael.

    • Michael Edwards

      Didn't you need the smelling salts?

      • orchidee

        Ahh yes, bit swoony in places, these are!

      • Mottakeenur Rehman

        Always fantastic!

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Very droll MICHEAL ~ Some Golden Oldies in there ~ Thanks for sharing ~ Please check my TREE ~ Thanks BRIAN ~ Love the emptiness of your WC !

      • orchidee

        A busy week for Sally there, and her life gone in a week too!

      • ron parrish aka wordman

        funny stuff michael,love the rhymes

        • Michael Edwards

          Not to everyone's taste but I love them - thanks Ron.

        • Louis Gibbs

          That was a hell-of-a week wee Sally had! Time flies, indeed.
          Cute one, Michael.

          • Michael Edwards

            I can formally declare that Leo Locket had nothing to do with it - he was visiting Little Boy Blue at the time.

          • FredPeyer

            Just great, Michael! Enjoyed all three very much!

            • Michael Edwards

              A bit close to the knuckle - I sometimes wonder if I should post them but they are more innuendo than anything and I do see a lot worse on the site.

              • FredPeyer

                You are a writer, Michael, a poet, and a good one I might add! Until recently, I would never have used the f-word in my writing, but thanks to this site and all of you, I am now much more confident and willing to go out on a limb sometimes. Like I did with my poem 'Life is a Mess'. As writers we have to be willing to actually go past the knuckle, and to hell with convention. Call it experimentation, or expansion of horizons. We all have a naughty, or maybe a little bit crazy side that is normally hidden. Why not let it out once in a while? Just for fun, or to see what happens.
                You can even compare it a little bit with your paintings. You paint these beautiful country scenes, but at the same time are also painting abstracts, outside of the 'conventional'.
                So, I am glad you let me see not only part, but all sides of you.

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