Dave Rhumour Poet Rhyme

Bumps

She wore yo ho hose
With pumps on her toes
Which helped to give her a little lift

Along the bar she would pirouette
Her auburn hair bunned in a net
And her face rather flushed from the port

If you took her for a spin
It wasn't in your car you'd been
But a quick quick slow across the floor

And when at last she'd had enough
She might pick up smooth or rough
Most often one with his nose aglow

They would trip back to his place
Each with a smile upon their face
And discover how the key went in the door

But one time it wouldn't go
So her garments were on show
When she clambered up the ivy round the back

Her pickled beau then fell asleep
While she slipped down the stairs so steep
And a new escort took him off to a cell

What a shock when he awoke
I can't repeat the words he spoke
Suffice to say his next trip was to court

Not the lady in this tale
But in handcuffs feeling frail
Where he was fined a rather mighty sum

One press man who was there
Made his notes with all due care
Saying 'Here's the bright spark of a dull day'

Is there a moral to this tale
Maybe just that when your nose is pale
It picks up on trouble more than when it's glowing red

And the lady in the pumps
Poor girl she awoke with such bumps
From bouncing down all those steps the night before…

©Rhumour
February 7th 2009
Edited October 2015

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