Anacreontic for David Avocado Wolfe
I see, delightful creature,
That I will never feature,
No matter how I'm trying
I always end up crying
So now I sit here sewing
Although my time is owing
Blason for David Avocado Wolfe
Darling's hair is the colour of cold farm sludge
His eyes compare somewhat to treacle fudge
In summer, his skin takes an orange hue
His hair becomes red, as if fire has ensued
His feet are so shapely, as if made of marble
His words are contrived as to not be a garble
Who could fail to adore my sweet as he stands
Ladies fall to worship in small giggling bands
T'would be rude to ignore any eloquent speeches
I am quite sure he smells of sweet ripened peaches
Misc. poetry for David Avocado Wolfe
I simply do not care
If people stop and stare
I long since gave up trying
In favour of more crying
It was not your fault
The wound and the salt
They badmouthed me, near
They lied, went too far
Was unable to cope
My only hope
Dashed. Heart rended
Life and love ended
You did make me laugh
Being slightly daft
Ever the cynic
No need for a clinic
It now seems so sad
No need to be glad
My friends they were right
No need for the light
Used to burn in my eyes
No big surprise
That life is quite boring
Might as well spend it snoring
Who wants to hear
A whimsical seer?
Not you
Then who?
So now I will eat
Grow too big for my seat.
Balliol Rhyme for David Avocado Wolfe
My name is David Avocado Wolfe
There is nothing 'bout you that I do not engulf
I'm the king of all things raw and healthy
And people do say that I'm very wealthy
How do I know?
I suppose she is beautiful
In a non-visual kinda way
But they are all beautiful
So how can I tell?
I have to measure it somehow
So I ask my friends
Is she beautiful?
And when they sneer, I sneer
When they leer, I leer
Their envy tells me
Success or fail?
I was born to sell
Not to tell
If something is good or bad
It all makes me glad
So how do I know?
Some want money
Some want fame
All she wants
Is more than I want
For me