The Pear Pit
I fell into a pear pit
upon a summer’s day.
I fell into a pear pit
and whiled the time away.
How sad will be the hunter,
as sad as he can be,
finding not a pitted pear
but finding only me.
First published CheerReader, UK©
© 2009 Leland James
Love Letter to a Spoon
How fine thou art my silver spoon.
Your neck as graceful as a swan.
Your hips full as the harvest moon.
Thy manner gentle as a fawn.
Bright locks of fine-spun filigree
Doth frame thy perfect face,
And lively to my touch are thee,
Desire fulfilled in your embrace.
My lips you kiss, a fervent press.
I swoon above love’s rapt bouquet
And bend again to your caress
In rhymes sublime of bouillabaisse!
© 2013 Leland James
Those Sneakin’ Premonition Blues
I got those sneakin’ premonition blues,
those she ain’t home, it’s midnight, blues.
I ain’t heard, I ain’t heard, I ain’t heard no news.
I got those took-her-cat-to-meetin’ sneakin’ blues.
I got those wore-two-pair-a-stockin’s sneakin’ blues.
I can read, I can read, I can read the clues.
Why’d she go? I never lied, never broke no rule.
I never spied that she would go, ought to be a rule.
Loved her more, told her so, than my favorite mule.
Why’d she leave me, why’d she grieve me, never did no harm.
Why’d she leave me here to grievin’, never did no harm.
Why’d she leave me, guess she didn’t like life on the farm.
© 2013 Leland James
I fell into a pear pit
upon a summer’s day.
I fell into a pear pit
and whiled the time away.
How sad will be the hunter,
as sad as he can be,
finding not a pitted pear
but finding only me.
First published CheerReader, UK©
© 2009 Leland James
Love Letter to a Spoon
How fine thou art my silver spoon.
Your neck as graceful as a swan.
Your hips full as the harvest moon.
Thy manner gentle as a fawn.
Bright locks of fine-spun filigree
Doth frame thy perfect face,
And lively to my touch are thee,
Desire fulfilled in your embrace.
My lips you kiss, a fervent press.
I swoon above love’s rapt bouquet
And bend again to your caress
In rhymes sublime of bouillabaisse!
© 2013 Leland James
Those Sneakin’ Premonition Blues
I got those sneakin’ premonition blues,
those she ain’t home, it’s midnight, blues.
I ain’t heard, I ain’t heard, I ain’t heard no news.
I got those took-her-cat-to-meetin’ sneakin’ blues.
I got those wore-two-pair-a-stockin’s sneakin’ blues.
I can read, I can read, I can read the clues.
Why’d she go? I never lied, never broke no rule.
I never spied that she would go, ought to be a rule.
Loved her more, told her so, than my favorite mule.
Why’d she leave me, why’d she grieve me, never did no harm.
Why’d she leave me here to grievin’, never did no harm.
Why’d she leave me, guess she didn’t like life on the farm.
© 2013 Leland James