The Vicar's Neon Knickers

Fit neon stickers on the knickers of a vicar
Will his wife be quicker to bicker or snicker
And if the vicar visits kids and light flickers
Do the kids kick and snicker at his knickers

If the vicar goes to a game of cherry pickers
Do the pickers kick him like football kickers
If the House elects him neon House Speaker
Neon knickers will expose the vicar-poli-ticker

My love in June

My love, we are in the month of June
You, too, are here crooning me a tune
Don’t stop, oh love, I love your croon
Eyes-pleasing flowers all over strewn

Your romantic show pleases my eyes
Bright love, such sight you maximize
The sight with which I now commune
You, my love, are my month of June

Haste for a Mate Makes Waste

Happy lives work better in pairs
A guiding light for all your affairs
So secured men who float on air
Do pair with ladies of fitting flair
                          
But that wisdom of living in twos
Has ruined the lives of not a few
And that results from hasty calls
When pairs don’t fit a couple falls

Larry, the two-time loser

His girl friend paid a crooked judge
To jail his new wife due to a grudge
She was found guilty and sent to jail
That forced his life into a living hell

His wife appealed to a higher court
A new judge gave her new comfort
But insisted she pay him in romance
His wife and judge eloped to France

Re-align Her Upper Class Mind

An evening under a sky of low stratus

One decent gentleman of lowly status

A high class lady he wined and dined

Her thoughts on good times realigned

That old class fortress he did conquer

Oiled playing field of a preppy younker

Now no longer in class is she confined

All thoughts of class escaped her mind

Blessed are the strong

Deep trust betrayed by false display
Inflicts on minds a stressful disarray
The strong will stress but yet be tall
The weakened heart in crumbles fall

Back-stabbing betrayal lies in wait
All over the world it does not abate
Whenever it calls the choice is yours
The strong it fears, the weak it gores

The Cure For Lonely Travelers

When you woke up along that road
The road all lonely hearts once rode
You should have ran right backward
Backward from a road of no reward

When I did catch you along that lane
All but restrained by lonesome chains
Did we traveling souls not find a cure
Two will cure loneliness forevermore