GLOBES

Must I serve thee like a summer’s day

thy breath’s more rancid than a Danish

Blue – with use by date much overdue.

What’s that you say – Malvolia has a much

bigger cod piece than the one I have below.

Show mercy on my pride you so and so – for

Shakespeare with his quill may soon appear

and have you sent behind the prison walls.

What rhymes with ‘walls’ now let me think

before the hue and cry begins, wink, wink.

Now let us to the tavern for a drink of ale

before they start to hurl their putrid veg

and dress like harlequins to give a wail.

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keith jeffries

Tue 4th Feb 2020 23:36

I like this flirtatious style and humour. Let's have more.
Thanks
Keith

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