2011 National Poetry Week (presenting Stafford Ray)

Here we have 2 poems from the man who lives on a boat off the shores of Queensland (or parked somewhere) and who likes to write a good limerick and is known to agitate (often at the same time – he’s versatile like that – haha). He blogs over here. He got the images from somewhere.

Escape from Chivalry

The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.

The Princess in her pink boudoir
Was trying on her dresses
When in came brother Ced-er-ic,
Full lips and blonded tresses.

He slipped his clothes off quick-er-ly
And ‘fore she could resist
Her newest lacy bodice was
Adorning Cedric’s chest.

Next, he took her flowing gown
And slipped it o’er his head.
Then her rich embroidered cape.
“It’s just not fair!” He said.

A silver tear escaped his eye,
While slipping on her pumps
“The leather, tin and mail we wear
Reduces us to frumps!”

Next he donned her feathered hat
While gazing at the glass.
And smiled in satisfaction
As he whispered, “You’ve got class!”

Then, turning on his patent heel
He called down for a horse.
“Side saddle, silver stirrups
And it must be grey, of course!”

So off they rode into the sun
The stable boy and he,
Holding hands so tenderly
In love, for all to see.

So over hill and dale they rode
Until Kings Cross they spied
And there they lived in happiness
Until the day they died.

Note: Kings Cross is the Gay Haven of ‘Sinney’, Australia.



Ditch the Witch!

Abbott would be our Prime Minister,
With tactics decidedly sinister,
No thought to the future,
The climate or nature,
Imagine the pain he’ll administer!


Thanks Stafford (now take the brown paper bag and run) 😉