My Love For Poetry

daffyd wrote:
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-"Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls
Oh, she is such a flirt
I want her to trip on her skirt.
And end up covered with dirt "


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---Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill
Said,"Get off yer rump ye dirty ol' slagger"
!!!
He threw her a kiss and left with a swagger.
At the pub down the road, he ordered a jug.....
And informed all assembled, "She thinks I'm a mug!"
So the "slagger" sopped up all the ale he could swallow...
Then sneaked out the pub and made sure no one could follow.

Willows wrote:

-"Mary.....down the lane....
Was intolerable....and vain
No blue blood in her vein
She was a red blooded dame
Hot and spicey...what a gal!
A phony flaky to her pals.
But got lots of stares as she walked through the Malls
And hoots and whistles and wolf calls
Oh, she is such a flirt
I want her to trip on her skirt.
And end up covered with dirt "

Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill
Said,"Get off yer rump ye dirty ol' slagger"
!!!
He threw her a kiss and left with a swagger.
At the pub down the road, he ordered a jug.....
And informed all assembled, "She thinks I'm a mug!"
So the "slagger" sopped up all the ale he could swallow...
Then sneaked out the pub and made sure no one could follow.
Then Mary returned to her ramshackled house...
To her lazy good fer nuthin dishevelled spouse
She yanked down the dirty old curtain!.....
This won't do, and that's for certain
She washed down the windows and scrubbed the ol' sill
With eyes like red coals, shooting looks that could kill
Said,"Get off yer rump ye dirty ol' slagger"
!!!
He threw her a kiss and left with a swagger.
At the pub down the road, he ordered a jug.....
And informed all assembled, "She thinks I'm a mug!"
So the "slagger" sopped up all the ale he could swallow...
Then sneaked out the pub and made sure no one could follow.

As he walked down the lane gravelled and narrow
He stumbled and fell, in some mud he would wallow
Poor Mary would feel sorrow for her drunken old fellow
As she followed him home, she spied an ol' barrow...
An' muscelling her strength she hoisted him on it...
Gave him a bath and told him to sit
Till he was clean enough again to make her feel mellow
And love him again as a very fine fellow.
But alas to her sorrow she knew that tomorrow,
He'd do it again and she'd have to bath him again
In order to make love to him without feeling disdain
And be able to do it again without feeling dirty or shame.
So I guess that its true,love is only skin deep.
And that enough to make a grown man weep.