It Ill Becomes a Gentleman

It ill becomes a gentleman
to sit upon his nose
and hold his cup and saucer
in the gap between his toes.

Though such demented practices
may suit the hoi polloi,
they hardly show the breeding
in a decent little boy.


Poetry Challenge

A poem I completed from a prompt on Cubby’s Reowr blogsite. The last two lines are mine.


The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand.
Well, I guess I’m paranoid
but at least I’m getting tanned.

Oldman & Younger #1

YOUNGER  Tell me, O Master: Why do the stars all glister in the sky? Are they the souls of holy saints who shone as beacons in their earthly lives, leading the sinful multitudes towards the light? Are these those honoured spirits that seem to twinkle in their dance of joy – perhaps that mortal eyes might learn of Heaven’s glory? Tell me, O Master, for I long to know… Continue reading “Oldman & Younger #1”

Moronia # 3

Latest news from Moronia:

The King of Moronia, King Joe, 93, today married Abigail Splatt, 24, in a ceremony held at Port Storm General Hospital. For medical reasons, the honeymoon will be restricted to a private suite near the Emergency Room where a team of specialists will be on call 24 hours a day to “help out” – to quote a hospital spokesman.