Adam's limited options.

or 'Eve gives Adam a ribbing' in der Deutsche sprachen.

Ven Eef und der Adam vas yung,

Ven all of der trupples haf come,

He say....
"On leafe I am goink!”

But Eef say; I’m knowink

You'll come back ven your leaf iss up!”

Haf a look at der Gooseberry Garden for more hiths and myths.

Jingle Poetry's Rule of Law..

Oops! Jesus was told not to take the boat out!















Reg’lations are sometimes a joke, ‘n
Attention to laws, just a token.
But one thing’s for sure
The unbreakable law
Is “Rules are made to be broken!”

Oh dear! Find more broken rules at Jingle Poetry!

Jingle Poetry: The Road Ahead.

Journey of life.













Young people can’t wait, that’s a fact
To get their feet out on the track.
But the road ahead sorter
Gets shorter and shorter,
And that’s why old people look back!










More sensible offerings at Jingle Poetry.
Horse laugh borrowed from Metro.

Architecture of words.

Spelling bee Smartypants.
















I have really had enough!
(Of spelling bees and sim’lar stough).

Some words simply flow, although
Why others don’t I‘ll never knough!

It’s as if a writer’s cough,
Was put there just to slough us ough!

Testing times they put us through;
And perfect scores are very fough.

Not for winners, horse and plough
Easy street for them and hough!

Sitting highest in the borough,
Laughing like a kookaborough.

But here am I, in life’s deep trough
Becoming to-tal-ly pissed ough

And wond’ring if I’ll get my wish
To ask them how they’d spell ‘swordphysche’!

With apologies to Jingle Poetry.
Pic borrowed from here.

Jingle's loverly poetry.

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Literary Lovers Lane.

Together we’d drive to the dance,
Then park and read books of romance.
But when we read Chaucer
A gruff law enforcer
Said, ‘Keep your romance in your pants!’






Less bawdy poetrycan be found at Jingle Poetry Challenge.
Pic borrowed from here.

Jingle's sinful Potluck Poetry

Gecko’s Sin List.

Pride is good but anger better,
Sloth and Gluttony, bad together
Envy and lust
Are really a must
And greed is essential for any go-getter!

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I was so terrified after learning what happens to the slothful, I had to gather the energy to post with Jingle before I was cast into the snake pit!

More fun at Jingle Poetry.
Picture borrowed from here.

Pot luck poetry

Living in the view


From the mountain top
I feast on blues
of sea and sky

From the plain
my heart is lifted
by the sight of hills

So I come down
to wet my toes
and feel the cool

Then return to where
crisp mountain air
is warmed by fire.

Join in and read more mountian and beach poetry at Pot Luck Poetry
Image borrowed from here.

Chivalry is not dead, just sick.

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.

Jingle's serious Poetry Challenge can be found here