I have awoken
Following a night
Of dissolute fruit.
And spoken
Words most polite
Enquiring whether she
Prefers coffee,
Or tea.
She has put on her party shoe,
And I have thought
On is, and ought,
And on what some lonely men do.
We have said goodbye. And I
Have been left with Dowson’s poetry,
And the thought of is, and ought,
And what a man should be.
An angel came.
He knew not
Her true name.
Or perhaps he forgot.
She left him forsaken
With his money all taken.
The scent of despair
Hung in the air.
Another girl’s stilettoed feet
Are heard on the stair.
He asks her her name,
And she answers, “Despair”.
When a young lady wearing a bonnet
Said, “do you like my new sonnet?”.
I looked at it real hard
And said, “you’re such a card.
As your sonnet it resembles a bonnet!”.
When a short-sighted gentleman wearing dark glasses
Said, “I like to date pretty lasses”,
A young lady eating buttered toast
Said, “you are addressing my gatepost!
And it doesn’t like gentlemen wearing glasses!”.
K Morris - Poet 