Terry Flood Poet Couplet

Idle Jottings

Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep
In avian society talk is cheep
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A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard
Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’
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The police came along and I’m locked up with felons
But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons
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My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer
The thing is, she’s batty, the geriatric, old duffer

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L Milton Hankins September 20, 2022 at 8:30 PM (chuckling) Gosh, I hope I don't ever wind up in the hoosegow for admiring a ...hmmm, loose gal? Oh, well.... Terry Flood September 21, 2022 at 1:29 AM Honest to God, Guvnor, it was her water melons… and she didn’t seem too bothered when I squeezed her buns!

Gershon Wolf September 20, 2022 at 6:45 PM Regarding the 'grocer girl's melons,' Terry. Just remember: You can't elope with cantalope. ~ Public Service Message #1. Terry Flood September 21, 2022 at 1:30 AM I’d sooner elope with an antelope. I’d refer to her as my deer wife.

Elizabeth Mccann September 20, 2022 at 4:26 PM Very clever, Terry. I'm the geriatric old duffer, hopefully not yet batty, but then, how would I know? Elizabeth Terry Flood September 21, 2022 at 1:39 AM No geriatric old duffer, Elizabeth. Of course, if we all stop using punctuation, we’ll all seem like teenagers. Thatswhatireckonanyway innit