Bridgid Patrick Poems
|81.||An Old Mans Lament||2/1/2006|
|83.||.rhyme Is A Crime||2/25/2006|
|88.||A Woman's Handbag||2/2/2006|
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A Woman's Handbag
The handbag is a rare delight, it's like Aladdin's cave,
All sorts of things are hidden there, that females like to save,
It's black and big and heavy, with a nice long shoulder strap,
Its weighted down with odds and sods and other stuff like that.
But the lady finds just what she wants deep down amongst her treasure,
Of keys and pins and leg hair wax and a metric rule for measure,
The remnants of forgotten ills with aspirins held so dear,
Birth control and other pills with labels quite unclear.
Calorie counters, cotton buds, old lottery tickets too, ...
I was walking down the river bank it was just the other night
When a vampire with a fishing rod gave me a real bad fright
'I haven't had a bite all day' it said and bared its drooling fangs
'A pint or two of your cool blood will cure my hunger pangs'
It chased me down the cemetary as silent as the grave
Where spooks and ghouls& zombies were i said 'bridgid man! be brave'
The vampire leapt upon me, we tumbled and we fell
Headlong down a deep dark hole, which led right down to hell