Soft Hands

With hands soft as silk,
Your skin I caress.
Your lips are of fire,
And there's love in your breast.

Your heart it beats fast,
This is a feeling so pure.
A touch of a soft loving hand,
Makes you right to feel sure.



J R A Gigney
(12 May 2012)

Limerick Numberr ??.1

A young man from old Walthamstow,
Down the Thames had decided to row.
But he did break an oar,
So he readily swore,
And also he hurt his big toe.



J R A Gigney
On the Occasion of the 200th Anniversary of Edward Lear's birth
(12 May 2012)

Limerick Number ??

There was a young man from Cold Norton,
Whose legs did increasingly shorten.
When they were but stumps,
He could do no more jumps,
That poor nice young man from Cold Norton.

J R A Gigney
For the 200th Anniversary of Edward Lear's birth
(12 May 2012)