There once was a poet named Moat
Who died riding a large vicious goat.
His verse was so bad
It drove us all mad,
So we tied Moat to that goat!
There Once Was a Poet Named Moat
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Monthly Archives: November 2021
There Was a Young Lady Named Alexa
There was a young lady named Alexa
Who, finding all men did vex her
Went out on the town
In her new see-through nightgown,
Where she found all men vexed her!
In the Quiet of the Dark
In the quiet
Of the dark.
Fantasies run riot.
But, sometimes through art
One glimpses the heart.
Soon You Will Go Abroad
Soon you will go abroad.
I am not really bored
But wish for some pleasure
In this bleak autumn weather.
You make me smile
With your feminine wiles.
But, when you are abroad
I will not be bored.
The Joys of Sinning
There once was a man named Winning
Who spoke of the joys of sinning.
A young lady called Hocking
Found his words truly shocking!
But his smile was so very winning …
In the Cold Air
In the cold air
A bird did sing.
I have my care.
But I heard a blackbird
Trill in the chill air,
Which took away my care.
Keith the Libertine
There once was a libertine named Keith
Who, knowing that life is very brief
Engaged in great sin
With Miss Kate and Lin,
And Miss Nash who had no teeth!
Sinful Rose
There was a young lady named Rose
Who was fond of wearing no clothes.
The vicar took her in
And lectured her on sin,
As his wife berated him and Rose …
I Met a Young Lady of Nepal
I met a young lady of Nepal
Who said, “I’ve seen many men fall.
Its easy to do
In this beautiful Kathmandu.
Sir, are you enjoying my country Nepal …!”
Living Expenses
She in need of rent.
He calculates his money spent
On the dance without romance.
But still he pays
In so many ways,
And finds a kind
Of content in the charms
Of a girl’s reluctant arms.
And calculates his money spent.
While she pays her rent.
K Morris - Poet 