Sir, I hear you are looking to hire
If so, I’m your man. I can help you retire
Excellent, young fellow, though it sounds too good to be true
Well, sir, after taking a good, long look at you ...
Sir Who
He's not a pastor
but he has a congregation
proves wicked
changing faces
His ploy, paint lives with gloom, judgement, ridicule and tragedy
but the crafter of this ill will wants his portrait kept out of those equations
They think they know, unaware and oblivious to the truth in burdensome weight of his misconstrued calculations.
Sir Lawrence Olivier
would play
a few guys that are hard to like -
Heathcliff and Sleuth's Andrew Wyke.
I would often wander through the Tate
walking round the galleries and halls
admiring all the portraits
pictures and artwork on the walls
it was almost quite the hobby
then a painting I espied
of a proper Peeler a British Bobby
arresting is not denied
corporal punishment is implied
I admit would you believe and have to say
the stripes on his sleeve were a giveaway
but I was unfamiliar
with the artist responsible
as the vignette was neither a Sargent
and yet no more a Constable
Race is over
Straits of Dover
Not swum yet
~ lost the bet
Nag’s name’s
Ferd’nand
ran race
~ last place
Super Bowl
My team fell
lost a mint
~ no misprint
Last nickel
buy pickle
tastes sour
~ cold shower
Sir Toby Belch
was an Englishman, not Irish or Scottish or Welsh!
He could be a notorious flirt
but, deep down, was just a fun-loving extrovert.
(William Shakespeare's famous comic character from The Merry Wives of Windsor and Twelfth Night)
I love you
My heart is melting
I love you
Drops of gold
My blood is flowing
Ich love you
Drops from fire
My idea flies
I love you
Drops from sun
My mind fades
I love you
Drops from soul
My mouth whispers
I love you
Drops from Rubin
My body breathes
I love you
Drops of light
My gentle touch
I love you
Drops from velvet
I is in love
Wiff you
All those
Silly things
You do
Ain't no guessing
No send glancing
Ah fool like me
Undermined
With recognizing
Can't remember
The time
I was undermined
Guess you know
What U know what i
wanna say to you
You hear the applause
The second pulse
What's for me to do
They say I am ready
Gal are we steady
Ah man like
Me to do
Gather your words
It's what I heard
Complexed : me and you
We know how it goes
And I suppose what's
Tween me and you
Ripe then ready
Gal we go steady
What's. Ah man to do
Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy
'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his is the face
that launched a thousand chips.
Dear sir dear ma’am
Your poem was really like spam
From a heart drowning or dammed
It left me concerned about you I am
Reading your lines of darkness
Make me wanna give you a kiss
And release you from the abyss
Save you from fire and mindlessness
Forgive me for overstepping
For always trying, for helping
Maybe even thinking or selfing
When you may enjoy yelling
In your poems so dark and deep
Maybe it is your favorite release
Maybe your personal ptsd
Is conquered by a pen and reading
Oh dear sir quyeer, its headed for the weir.' And the keepers
Are changing.' Quite a nuisanse indeed.' ( one must fear?)This body is most
Foul..' the stink shall be intense..Many will desert, and your despair become immense.'
O, how my sensitive soul writhes
as I struggle to tithe
the coppers of this starving artist's anxiety
who so wants to change society
Who paints and paints to no good end
and pines away for home or friend
Braves the icy winter and blazing summer
while his prospects look ever-glummer
Ahoy! You there! In the handsome fur
Have you a kopek for le artiste, sir?...
Ach! What’s the use? I’ve soured on this gig
Changing the world’s not worth a fig!
Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
a Prime Minister with many a skill.
Though his ideals by some were not favoured,
his victories by many were savoured.
Sir Isaac Newton
You seem so un-done.
Why don't you try to blend
When everything is lend.
Michael Phillip Jagger
learned to strut and sway with swagger
the queen thought him so chique
she knighted him and now he is known as Sir Mick
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