DON'T-NEED-A-TELESCOPE-
TO-VIEW-A-DARK-VENUS
No need for a spy-glass,
here she comes, do look !
What a dusky beauty !
A Venus, in my book.
She's got me cooking.
Yes call me Captain Cook !
EPIGRAM-FOR-THE-
GOTHIC-LIKE-EMILY ?
Emily Dickinson
in white (a shroud ?).
Her room (a coffin?)
no one allowed.
APATHY'S CIRCUS ?
The last I visited
old Camden Town
the street juggler
and the street clown
did their thing
as they did in York,
but where I'm now
there's very-little work
from the juggler
or from the clown.
Idle beggars only
just sitting around.
OVERBURDENED
"Don't go concrete me over
from Scotland to Dover,
you've got to let me breathe !
Don't burden me with citadels,
with toxic fumes and foul smells,
I'm your motherland, yes believe !"
JEFFREY-WAS-JUST-A-ONE-OFF-NO ?
That guy Jeffrey Bernard,
find now dead and gone,
you'll safely-bet drank more
than "Just the one !"
A-SWIFT-SCENE-CHANGE-FELLOW-
SURE-NOW-FEELS-OLD-AND-TIRED
It is a female impersonator
performing at theatre The Scene.
He caught a train from King's Cross
and used to be called a drag-queen.
The times sure are changing,
changing as fast as he
into the clothes of a woman.
Grey wig for a guy now a she ?
THE-NON-JOKE-JEWEL
Ah yes Mayfair Madge
slept with a badge,
with a bobby blue.
She was wealthy,
he just healthy,
too good to be true.
Love and laughter,
what was he after ?
Was it her money ?
Was the cop a crook ?
Was the girl handcuffed
to a bent bunny ?
Oh Madge to be fair
May was in the air,
you were no April fool.
Why show him the door
as if he an outlaw,
throw away the jewel ?
PORT-TO-PORT-POET
With the blonde, brunette and redhead
I have gone and shared a bed,
with the dusky-skinned-girl too.
Many the work-lives I have led,
many the seas I have journeyed
but just like naval-men who love the oceans blue
to the Muse of Poetry I've been most true.
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