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 PRIESTLY'S  FIERY OXYGEN

"Priestly's Fiery Oxygen" is another verse from my extensive "Salisbury Tales" series.


Bath...
Is like a goldfish bowl...
That goes round and round...
Upon the ground...
Palm trees...
Grow in Calne...
Just as the Gypsy Kings...
Have a fling...
In the spring...
While playing...
With a ding-a-ling...
In a sling...
Church street is a feat...
For all those sticky feet...
Stuck...
In Priestly's duck pond...
Of which he was so fond...
Bently House...
Is so proud...
Of Coleridge...
For eating his porridge...
With such Dutch courage...
Is to be encouraged...
To flourish...
God bless roughage...
Ivy walk...
Is just a cunning plan...
For the man from auntie...
As Jan...
Pushes a pram...
Upon the broad-walk plank...
While eating...
Strawberry jam...
With some home cooked ham...
Mr Robinson...
Is such a blossom...
With a over eager possum.
While George Page...
Loves the Thespians stage...
Is so strange...
Old Butcher's Arms...
Uses its charms...
Upon folks...
Of Robin Hoods Bay...
For the posh girls...
With pearls and curls.
Virginia Woolf...
Is proof...
That we don't need to be aloof...
Trying to read this book...
Silver Street is so....
Good in the tropical heat...
Is just a plot...
To get you hot...
In your woolly socks.
The Gentleman of Verona...
Had their wicked ways...
With The Merry Wives of Windsor...
In the middle of winter...
Giving you blisters...
With their horny sisters.


Copyright Hud 2006-2012, Writer/Poet/Philosopher.


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