When a religious young lady named White
Entered my bedchamber at midnight,
And I said, “please stay,
She said, “we should pray”,
And then she turned out the light.
Monthly Archives: November 2019
To and Fro
The razor does go
To and fro
As he shaves me.
We speak of women,
And his hands go
To and fro.
“Would you like anything else?”, he asks,
His task
Maybe, complete.
I think of young women’s feet
But say,
“Not today”.
There Was A Young Lady Named Dora
There was a young lady named Dora
And many holy men did adore her.
By her winking red light
I watched good bishop White,
Trying to save that young lady Dora.
Amazon is Cutting Back on Buying/Stocking Books! AUTHORS, HERE’S HOW TO SAVE YOUR BUSINESS!!
The article linked to in Ann’s post is, I think rather misleading. If (like me) you publish the print edition of your books through Amazon, with Amazon printing and sending the titles to your readers, the delivery times are, in my experience good. For example I have just looked at the delivery time for the paperback edition of my “Selected Poems”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Selected-Poems-K-Morris/dp/1688049800/. The Amazon site shows that anyone placing an order today for my book (in the UK) will receive it by Wednesday 27th November which is, I believe a reasonable time-frame to wait for a delivery. The article fails to acknowledge that many authors publish (using Amazon), rather than publishing elsewhere and then using Amazon to distribut their books. Kevin
Her Sweet Laughter
Your witty
Word, heard
By a pretty
Girl, produces laughter.
And after
Her sweet laughter,
You dream
Of dinner and wine,
For ’tis a fine
Thing to dream
Decay
I smell the decay
On an autumn day.
I shall rhyme
For a time,
For fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
I Met A Young Lady Named Nell
I met a young lady named Nell
In the bar of a certain hotel.
As it was growing late
A pretty waitress called Kate
Said, “I’ve a bedtime story to tell”.
General Election Humour
The Labour Manifesto says this,
Whilst the Conservatives says that,
And the Downing Street cat
Thinks it such great bliss,
When it smells a rat.
When An Angry Young Gentleman Named Dave
When an angry young gentleman named Dave
Called me a very wicked knave,
I said, “as for your sister,
Really, its impossible to resist her,
And your housemaid is far from staid!”.
Show Not Tell
A young woman, of 20 or so
And a man, old enough to be her father,
Booked into a cheap, backstreet hotel.
You know
Very well, that the writer should show,
But would you rather
I tell?