There once was a dog named Apollo
Who said, “my stomach is very hollow!”
So he ate a goat
And my old great coat.
But his stomach it still felt hollow!
There Once Was a Dog Named Apollo
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Monthly Archives: November 2021
There Once Was a Poor Rhymer Named Guy
There once was a poor rhymer named Guy
Who said, “I fear that I shall die.
They will bury me
Under yonder old tree,
With my poor poetry, and this poisoned pie!”
Church Bells
On hearing the bells chime
I think on time.
Although there is no
Clock in the church tower
To measure my brief hour.
A Most Forgetful Young Lady Named Hocking
A most forgetful young lady named Hocking
Is well known for losing her stockings.
My good friend Miss Lou
Has lost many a shoe,
Which I’ve found with Miss Hocking’s stockings …!
Audio book live
I am excited to announce that The Never-Dying Man has now been released as an audio book. This means that both Book 1 of The Wolves of Vimar (The Wolf Pack) and Book 2, (The Never-Dying Man) are both available as audio books.
Book 3 (Wolf Moon) is not yet scheduled for release as an audio book, but I hope it won’t be too long.
I am currently doing NaNoWriMo and working on Book 4, Immortal’s Death. I hope to have it ready for the publisher by the beginning of 2022.
For those of you who are not writers, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It was begun by a couple of writers in the US who challenged each other to write a novel (50,000 words) during the 30 days of November.
The idea took off, and now it is an international…
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Ring
A sweet caress.
A girl’s undress.
But a ring?
To be tied
By tight string?
I have tried
That thing
And felt
The scorpion’s
Sharp sting.
So broke
The rope
That ties
And ended
All lies.
Miss Lucy
When a young lady whose name is Lucy
Said, “do you think my fruit is juicy?”
I said, “I swear
That’s a huge pear!
And that peach is so big and juicy!”
Miss Kipper’s Slipper
There once was a young lady named Kipper
Who owned a rather fine old slipper.
A person named Dan
Was a generous man
And liked to spend time with Miss Kipper …
Miss Meek
When a young lady named Meek
Said, “your poetry is very bleak!”,
I said, with a sigh,
“You and I will die”,
Which made poor Miss Meek weep!
Safe in My Place
Safe in my place
I hear foxes bark
In the autumn dark.
In this semi-urban space
The foxes laugh and say
All this will pass away.
K Morris - Poet 