THE-HEAD-AND-THE-TAIL
At the Mermaid Tavern,
there in Cheapside,
the Poets' Drinking Club
would meet and imbibe.
Serving wenches would serve
with a so saucy-nerve.
Big-thoughts-and-bawdy were the given.
AS-HIGH-AS-THE-KITES
The flying of a kite
or of a kid's balloon
while running, then resting
on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
The sharing of a bath
or of a shower too,
when home from the park,
or home from the zoo.
The lying in your bed
or the lying in mine
after another kind
of kite flying time !
ROB-ON-ROB
Robin was a poacher
pardoned by the King
to join his army
and pull the bow-string.
To pull the bow-string
and to shoot teach.
So said Robert Graves
with his historic-reach.
A NEW DAWN'S LATEST
Not far from Newgate
a Moll, a Fanny, met her fate.
A Tom, a Dick, swung free
from a world of misery.
For Tyburn Tree, no-one late ?
THE HOMELAND BRITAIN
I was not one
for building walls,
but we need safety, girl,
sometimes, after all.
Would you want, girl,
a burglar to call ?
Better the guy would be
behind prison walls ?
There are many homeless
who'd welcome four walls.
Britain too is a home
to all these poor souls.
A BOW BELLE ?
With his Cockney rhyming slang
up the 'apples-and-pears'
he invited the lovely lady,
to have her French foul his ears !
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