There was a man called Kevin,
Who was quite keen on writing.
His poems tickled my heart,
And made me want to praise his fine art,
But I paled miserably, while trying!
Little wink at Kevin, from newauthoronline 😉
There was a man called Kevin,
Who was quite keen on writing.
His poems tickled my heart,
And made me want to praise his fine art,
But I paled miserably, while trying!
Little wink at Kevin, from newauthoronline 😉
Cyranny's Cove 
awwww, your a dear to do this for kevin! xo
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Thank you 🙂 You know, I owe you a poem for your blog!… I know what it will be about, I just didn’t find the right words just yet. But I have not forgotten you 🙂 xx
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A lady I choose to call Liz
Was getting herself in a tiz
She heard words of Kevin
As manna from heaven
But her words were better than his.
(With no disrespect to Kevin, of course.)
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There was a man named Brutus
who made me lose my focus.
Everytime he bent to my ear
to murmur, his lips so very near
made every word sound delicious!
😉
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Awwww …. thankyou
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My pleasure, good Sir 🙂 You do spoil me with a lot of lovely pieces…
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Thank you for making me smile at 6:20 am (UK time)! – Kevin
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I had an old spinster aunt who went to Swiss finishing school and, as far as I can tell, never worked a day in her life. From 5 in the afternoon she would drink brandy and smoke an endless train of cigarettes. If anyone mentioned something along the lines of ‘6:20’ she would respond with, “6:20? AM??? My God! Is there such an hour?”
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I would like to have met your spinster aunt! Thanks for making me smile, again!
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Thank you, Cyranny. You are extremely kind and I’m touched by your poem and you sharing the link to my blog. Best wishes – Kevin
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