THE FUN AND MENTAL THINGS APPLY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . AS RHYME GOES BY

It’s fun to publish a post I take no responsibility for if you dislike poems (even if being a poetry-pooper is all in your head), because one of my most aroused readers, CALMKATE, requested them….as you can see in the Nov. 25 comments on her Nov. 24 blog post titled “human”:

human

It’s even more fun because these are all previously published, thus I didn’t have to strain my brain composing new ones — although the post’s title did require a bit of work wordplay-wise (the song with the lyric on which my title is based, in case you can’t place it, is in CASABLANCA — see/hear clip at post’s end). So….here’s looking at you, Kate.

COME AS YOU ART

What can poor Ms
Light Verse wear to
Queen Poetry’s
Grand Ball?

She has no gown,
No slippers, glass….
A smile, perhaps —
That’s all.

CONCEIVABLY, THE COMPLEAT HISTORY OF HUMAN SEX

Adam and Eve,
I believe,
Were the start of it.

Everyone since,
I’m convinced,
Played a part in it.

INNOCENCE A BROAD

Madame’s cleavage so fair,
He pretends not to see;
Yet, he knows it’s there….
As, he knows, well does she.

She might think, if he stares,
He’s just looking for thrills….
But can he help if there’s
Ogle in them thar hills?

DEVIL-MAY-CARE

“Say, have you been, sir, to Kathmandu?”
“Nay, but I have sinned, sir, in Timbuktu.”
“A tale of sin, sir? What did you do?”
“Sailors would grin, sir, if I told you.”
“They’ll not get wind, sir — let slip a clue.”
“Maidens of sin, sir, were none too few.”
“May God rescind, sir, the sins you knew.”
“I do not pray, sir, those sins to rue!”
“Then may you pay, sir, the devil’s due!”
“Satan may say, sir, c’est entre nous.”