Old Rope

My following poem is just a bit of a light hearted nonsense. Hope you enjoy it.


What if we had a length of old rope
What if we each had hold of an end

We both have an end so where does it start
It’s not in the middle that is plain to see.

The length of old rope has no beginning
As you have an end and so do I,

If there’s only two ends and therefore no start
It goes without saying it starts at the end.

Julian Clarke © 2017

Cover Girl

Whilst having coffee in a cafe I overheard a converstion between a couple of ladies which inspired the following.

Cover Girl

To pout like a sexy cover girl 
My age says I’m out of luck,
So I bought a course of Botox
I now have the lips of a duck.

To be slim like a cat walk model
Pert breasts, long legs and doe eyes,
My boobs and bum have gone south
That’s something I really despise.

© Julian Clarke 2016

Young lady from Diss

A delightful young lady from Diss

A night on the town she did miss

Her boyfriend Jim Tucker

Who was my good mucker

Wanted more than a cuddle and kiss

This delightful young lady from Diss

Would only give Jim Tucker a kiss

Put his hand to her breast

Only to feel a hairy chest

He thought something’s gravely amiss

Jim Tucker was definitely not pleased

With what resembled a carrot and two peas

She said "I think I'm in luck"

Jim said "I don't think so my duck"

As she tried to give his thigh a good squeeze.

©Julian Clarke 2016
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