The Earl of Grey

Earl of Grey

Peering down from his castle on the hill,
The Earl of Grey heats a tea refill.
When money runs old and money runs deep,
he’s all the time needed for the tea to steep.

Puff puff, from the old cigar,
a royal boss, a king, a czar

No longer bothered with petty street crimes,
no thugs, no violence, oh those were the times.
An army of pawns, work like a game of chess,
he can just snap, and they clean up the mess.

Puff puff, from the old cigar,
pass the champagne and the caviar.

An empire of violence and crime at his feet,
it ensues on the street while he sits in his suite.
But when looking for clues, his payroll’s his muse,
to polish and buff any trace from his shoes.

Puff puff, from the old cigar,
will probably write his on memoir.

Bea Ives

Beatrice Ives

Honey is sweet and tea is black.

Come on in, darling, have a snack.

Honey, cookies, pastries abound,

sugars and candies can all be found.

Beatrice is the temptress of treats,

keeper of candy, seductress of sweets.

A dollop of goodness from the old honey pot,

Your sweet lovely neighbor, is not who you thought.

Bea Buzzes around the neighborhood,

it would seem as though she’s up to no good.

Cute and dainty and like the sirens sing,

yet do not go near, Bea has a nasty sting.

And unlike the honey bee that may sting but one,

Beatrice Ives is still on the run.

So, though she may show with sweet and snack

watch out, dear neighbor, for the knife hind her back.