A young lady with morals most loose
Likes to ride around on a goose.
My friend calls her Clair,
And the vicar Miss Flair.
And sometimes I ride on her goose!
A Young Lady With Morals Most Loose
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Monthly Archives: November 2020
When A Young Lady Named Miss Heather
When a young lady named Miss Heather
Said, “I don’t like this cold weather”.
A most wicked man called Ted
Said, “its warm in my bed”.
But I don’t know whether Miss Heather …
A Need to Confess
A young lady wearing a short dress
Said, “I’ve many a sin to confess!”.
I said, “my dear Miss Lou
That is a matter for you.
But don’t mention you, me and Bess!”.
An Old Poet Playing on The Flute
An old poet playing on the flute
Said, as he pulled on his boot,
“That pretty Miss Glover
Makes a good lover.
But she has stolen my other boot!”.
Hairband
You removed your hairband.
Not at my command.
But you knew my desire.
A play with fire.
Trapped, in a rhyme
Of youth, and Father Time.
When My Friend, Whose Name is Ted
When my friend, whose name is Ted
Found a girl asleep in his bed
He said, to his wife,
“Please, put down that knife!”.
Now Ted is hiding under my bed!
The Past
The past
Is a sleeping dog.
As, when it wakes
It barks
And frequently bites.
I Hear The Rain
I hear the rain, again.
How it does pour,
Over city street, and moor
When I go my way,
The rain will stay.
But others will remain,
Listening to the rain.
Grief
We say
“Our grief
Will never cease.”
But, each day
Slowly, grief
Ebbs away.
Bittersweet regret.
Sometimes we forget
And laugh.
For all must pass.
Whilst Drunk On Very Strong Beer
Whilst drunk on very strong beer
I met the late Edward Lear.
When I said, “you are dead!”,
He turned to me and said,
“Yes, but I fancied a beer!”.
K Morris - Poet 