When a mournful young lady said, “I’m sad”,
And I said,”that is really quite bad”,
And she said, “no, that’s my name,
For which my parents are to blame!”,
I said, “I’m glad to meet you, Sad!”.
When A Mournful Young Lady
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Monthly Archives: February 2020
There Is Much Talk of Progress
There is much talk of progress.
Intelectuals over intelectualise.
But I would rather choose
To lose
Myself,in a girl’s eyes,
And in her sweet caress
Of nothingness.
When A Hot Young Lady Named Louisa
When a hot young lady named Louisa
Went and sat in a supermarket freezer,
The manager, Mr Brown
Said, with a frown,
That freezer wasn’t made for you Louisa!”.
I See My Shadow Go
I see
My shadow go
In front of me,
In the dark.
One day, I shall depart.
But you will find
That I have left behind,
My shadow of art.
Friends with Benefits
Beneficial
Or superficial?
Both it may be.
But those of a judicial
Bent
Are, rightly,
Content,
To let it be.
Whilst Chasing After A Rather Large Moth
Whilst chasing after a rather large moth
I caught the Devil in a cloth.
When he said to me,
“You must let me free!”,
I said, “I’ve caught a talking moth!”.
Anticipation
His anticipation
Of dissipation.
Grows, as a video goes
Over old shows.
They enact, as in a dream
The pantomime
Of a good time,
As seen,
On the same, cracked, screen.
When A Young Lady Dressed As A Duck
When a young lady dressed as a duck
Said, look, “you’ve gone and got it stuck!”.
I said to her, “Jane
Why must you complain!,
Just help me get this darned shelf up!”.
Whilst Walking Through A Field of Wheat
whilst walking through a field of wheat
I met a young man named Pete.
He was the farmer’s son
And carried a big gun,
So I quickly stopped trampling his wheat!
Whilst Out On My Estate Shooting Peasant
Whilst out on my estate shooting peasant
I met a young lady most pleasant,
Who said, “why not shoot bird?”,
I said, “have you not heard
That peasant is more pleasant than pheasant!”.
K Morris - Poet 