Joke 351

 It was a very adequate aquaduct said the Roman Aquinus Adenoides. 

Honeysuckle

 The grave stones stand in the darkening

The crisp dusk has litted away

The free stars stand in their frozen sky

And time has flitted away

An old man walks in the meadow

A young man still is at play

And the honeysuckle

is beginning its ripening

And the flowers are blooming today

I stand here in the starlight

A thousand suns yet so far away

I bring my hand to my ear to hear

But my brain it is made of clay

The following may contains scenes of

a graphic nature they say

But do not be caught in the gloom cos

The honeysuckle blooms today

Lili pad song

 I decided to write you a song

Because I've loved you so long

It is called by the fooled

The mirrored halls

Or else Farewell to Strongness

I say good bye to being strong

I say let it go, let's be weak

Let down your hair

I will scale your walls

Let the bricks and stones

Come as they fall

Your pride it shall not stop me

I shall invade your stronghold

Surrender to me your castle

And join me in my fold

I want to lie beneath the sheets with you

I want to roll in the deep with you

I want to kiss and keep you

I  keep you close to me

It matters not how far I roam

You still are the heart that I call home

You are the place the feeling I own

Lily, lili I love you so

I wish for flowers and daises

Buttercups

Caught in the spring mazes

Hedges and vines where we may find time

To roam

I wish to laugh and be with you

And hold the light

That makes clear for you

The path we tread and the dead bones

For this life is just a fleeting tombe

I wish to write the pages down

The chapters of verse

THe speech of the crown

I wish to hold and rehearse The sound

But nothing could

Nothing could

Tear me away from you

Joke 352

 What do you call a person who sits at their sewing machine writing songs?

A Singer song writer

Lark rising

 I am a sky lark

Trilly, trilly trilly

Burble, bible, bibble

Syllable, syllable

I am a rising sky lark

Higher and higher I soar

To match the pitch in my voice box

to call, call, call call

I am a sky lark rising

or buried down in the grass

Of field meadow

The syllable shadow

Hidden in the dark

Or rising in the morning

The trill, of billy, bibbling spark

Hear my song arising

Like a fountain in the park.

Rabbit song

 She's a funny rabbit

She climbs upon the sofa

Digs a hole in the settee

She likes to eat the pot plants

And has them for her tea

She will gnaw on biscuits and honey 

And cheese

And all the while her foot goes

Thumpety, thump, thump, thump

Thumpety, Thump, thump, thump

Thump, thump, thump

For Babbit is very funny Rabbit

She chews upon the grass

And sleeps upon the bed

She's dozing in the garden

After she's eaten a slice of bread

Her ears are very floppy

And she has a funny bunny head

And all the while her foot

goes Thumpety, thump, thump, thump

Thumpety, Thump, thump, thump///

Thump, thump

Last year's laptop dancer

 Last year's laptop dancer

I'm only last year

I'm only one beer

away

Down the drain of forgotten rub offs

Through clothing no touching

I'm only last year's laptop dancer

What am I going to do

Now I'm getting older and my tits are beginning to fall

I've been doing too many splits 

Sliding down too many walls

Wrapping my legs around poles, and Lithuanian's alike

Oh I'm the las tlaptop dancer

Now give me an open mike

I'm going to turn to stand up comedy

I'll have them rolling in the stalls

No more spit roast rotisseries

No more sexy sliding down walls

I've had it with lap top dancing

I've had it with selling my soul

I'm going out to a real world

One without a digital control