Showing her alluring sensuality,
My lady projects her own beguiling style.
She possesses untold high morality.
Also warmest sincerity all the while.
Her charming sense of congeniality,
Melts many hearts with her astonishing smile.
Clearest form and her self-composure assert,
Her beauty exposure is ever so alert.
In days gone by, your needs were met
By going to the store.
You looked and touched and sampled
What was out there on the floor.
A couch, a dress, a pair of shoes,
Some dishes, a TV –
Whatever you were searching for
Was there for you to see.
But now your quest is on a screen
And so you scroll and stare,
Then check a bunch of other sites
So that you can compare.
You won’t know if it’s comfortable -
The fit might be in doubt –
Until the truck delivers it
And you can check it out.
Of course, you can return it.
Still, I miss those times before,
When we shopped for things in person,
Which we don’t do anymore.
Sing Me an Old Style Song
Sing me an old style song,
With pretty flowing phrases;
A story of love gone wrong,
In other times, in other places.
No trumpets blare, just sweet trombones,
A crooner, smooth tongued and mellow.
Hurting, aching, quiet, for me alone.
Sing me an old style song.
Let bottled tears stain my cheeks,
As your freckled nose appears before me.
For I cannot cry to beats and bangs,
Please sing me an old style melody.
That I may cry and cleanse my heart;
Empty and ready for a new filled start.
A savoury kedgeree
Lancashire hotpot
A prime beef wellington pie
With pan haggerty
Spotted-dick pudding
Real ale
Cheers!
Aylesbury duck in port
Currant jelly sauce
Bucks bread with beef dripping spread
Then cherry bumpers;
Dandelion and
Burdock brew
Whew!