In summer it’s as well you should,
Switch on the light before you sip,
For others actually could,
Be taking their midnight dip.
Plate-glass doors form a dangerous duo:
Never, when using them, try
To enter the place by the one marked TUO
To enter the place by the one marked NI.
The world is dark with rumours,
And things may happen to you.
Keep your handkerchief in your bloomers,
And the money in your shoe.
Don’t ask for automatic gears,
Or Worthington’s bass beers,
Or Scarborough’s or Brighton’s piers,
Or three or even fewer cheers.
Don’t ask for bandits’ bandoliers
Or Caliphs and their fat viziers;
Gazebos, ha-has, Belvederes,
Or rapids, waterfalls and weirs.
Excellent. A fine nonesense poem.
That`s kinda mean don`t you think 🙁
heva i love your poem some people ,not like me i dont hate
THATS DEAD RUDE YA MEANIE!
thank you very much, i work so hard for all of these poems for you, i am very happy you comment on them.
where part one 🙁