devotion unveiled
the fisherman casts his line
his heart now possessed
curves carved in pleasure
chiseled spine traced by touch
love stripped to the bone
flaws etched precisely
he frees an internal scream
she opens her heart
her essence absorbed
two souls artistic beauty
a match written in stone
Maurice was crammed full of buttock-clenching humors
One day in the month of May he poked Jannie's tumors
'Oh they are real groovy'
'Must taste like anchovy'
"How can you be so sure?' 'they are under my bloomers'.
By Elton Camp
For the entirety of his married life
Maurice had been ruled by his wife
For anything that happened to occur
He had no choice but to answer to her
Just ordering him around wasn’t enough
Since Zelda was often violent and rough
Any disagreement she’d always win
Even if she had to use her rolling pin
They were driving one day when “Smash!”
With a Mack truck they had a bad crash
Bystanders took a look with dread
And found both of them were dead
Since Maurice, his former life did hate
He was glad to stand at the pearly gate
From domination, he expected relief
Without Zelda bringing him any grief
He thought heaven would be so grand
Then he saw Zelda, rolling pin in hand
The sights cut poor Maurice to his heart
“What happened to till death do us part?”
Maurice said, “St. Pete, if you don’t mind
The route to the other place I’ll try to find”
Written by Maurice Yvonne and Seren
Crack that whip, jerk the line,
Let's start dancing it's no time to dine.
First you holler, then you sing
All join hands and make a ring.
Now if you please circle wide,
spread right out like an old cow hide.
Feed the Hogs, brand the calf,
Swing your honey once and a half
Now you switch on the heel and toe
Come gals and cowboys, don't be slow.
Allemande left with the corner maid,
Meet your own and promenade.
Everybody swing and whirl
Swing 'round and 'round with your pretty little girl.
Do si do don't you know,
You can't grab a rabbit until there's a snow.
Bow to you partner and the corner miss,
To the opposite lady just blow a kiss.
Chicken in the bread pan scratching out gravel,
get your maid & away you travel.
Lassies to your seats and gents you foller
Thank the fiddler and kiss the caller
Dated 11 October 2014
Maurice Mc Muffin ate nothing but stuffin’
He wouldn’t eat meat fruit or veg
His mother went potty it turned her quite dotty
And was tipping her over the edge, so
She thought up a plan to provide the young man
With food both nutritious and yummy
Using her skill and determined to fill
That unhealthy space in his tummy
In her kitchen domain she vowed to remain
Whilst weaning him off of his diet
Trying all recipes and hoping to please
And praying that he would just try it
One day she was cooking and when she weren’t lookin’
Young Maurice crept in through the door
He tasted some pud and he found it was good
Saying “Mum can I please have some more”
Mum jumped for joy because her little boy
Found some food that he wanted to eat
Now he’ll scoff anything that his mother can bring
As long as it’s sticky and sweet