There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And a captain known as me!
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And Chip’s friend Mr Flea
Having passed through the door
Of the superstore
I breathe the scent
Of lilies (Oh how soon they are spent),
And know that to write
More
Would be trite
Just who
Should I return that high-heel
Shoe
To?
I feel
That it ought to be
Leigh
Or perhaps Sue.
Oh to
Who
Should I return that shoe?
Lou
Swears
That it isn’t her’s.
Then she swears some more!
Oh how I do a mystery adore!
Just who
Should I return that shoe
To?
Do tell me. Please do.
There was a young lady called Bland
Who asked for a one-night stand.
I said “that is all right.
You can stand there all night,
But she didn’t understand …!
She doesn’t care
For her hair
To be touched.
Nor her face
As that would displace
The makeup she with such
Careful hands applies.
Man dies
As he enters in
To a perfection
Of skin
Sin
And rejection
There was a young lady called Lou
Who caused quite a to-do
When she found me in her bedroom
Bathed in expensive perfume
And trying on her shoe …
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I received a terrible fright!
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I said”please, turn on the light!”.
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the December gloom
I said “is that you, Miss White?”
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
My good friend Jane
Does maintain
That she haunts her house at night!
There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
The drink making me brave
I slept on her grave
But I didn’t see Miss White!
There was a young lady of France
Who performed an erotic rain dance.
A young man walking by
Said “the weather it remains dry,
But I really like your dance!”.
There was a young lady of France
Who performed an erotic rain dance.
When a young man walking by
Just happened to catch her eye
It led to a little romance!
I enjoyed reading this short story.
In April, I posted my thousandth post on this blog. To celebrate, I will share here all my short stories. Every couple of weeks, I’ll be posting one story from my celebrated Exciting Destinies series for you to enjoy. With over 30 stories so far, I hope you’ll have lots of fun in the coming months!
This week, it’s You Can’t Fight a Prophecy from You’re In For A Ride.
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“You can’t fight a prophecy,” the wrinkly shaman says and gives me a toothless grin. The shrug accompanying his words shakes the feathers around his neck, making him look like a frail old bird trying to give flight.
Fight it? I don’t even understand it.
“What’s he say, Doc?” the large boulder of a man standing behind me asks. His camouflaged face and broad…
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Surfing TV
I see
She
Selling products that neither you nor I
Have ever thought to buy.
Flicking channels I see
Another vapid she
Pretty as the picture on a new TV.
I can not decide
Whether to turn over to the other side
Where boys say “mom” in identikit
American voices.
So many “choices”
To sit
And see
On my TV …
No Big brother watching me
Through my TV
Just advertisers selling me things that I
Have no need to buy.
Should I look
At a book
Instead?
Or go to bed
And dream of Hollywood where all are free
To watch the same crap TV?
K Morris - Poet 