When a young lady playing at dice
Said, “do join me in my vice!”,
I said, “my dear Rose,
You are wearing no clothes!
Which is distracting me from my dice!”.
When a Young Lady Playing at Dice
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Monthly Archives: June 2022
If I Won the Lottery
If I won the lottery
No doubt I would find,
At the age of 53,
Young women chasing me,
For my great mind
And my fine poetry.
And I would enjoy the charms
Of many a young woman’s arms.
But, strange to say
When all my pay
Had gone away, they would say,
“We have no interest in thee,
And your poor poetry …!”.
The Windblown Tree
I find
This wind
Does bring
To mind
The passing of everything.
The tide
Of lust
Does rise
Then go.
I know
That I am dust.
The windblown trees
Accept the breeze
And entrance
In dance
Of pleasure
In summer weather.
As do we.
She is Not Meant
She is not meant
For such as me.
Yet, should she,
In madness, consent,
I would be happy
For a little while.
Smile. And repent.
Gwen’s Clever Old Hen
There was a young lady named Gwen
Who owned a most clever old hen.
It’s name was White,
And it could write,
As it had swallowed Gwen’s fountain pen!
Chatbot
There was a young man named Lot
Who fell in love with a chatbot.
His friends called him sad,
Which made him quite mad!
As that chatbot was really quite hot!
Dawn Who Likes to Dance on My Lawn
I know a young lady named Dawn
Who likes to dance on my lawn.
When I say, “heels ruin my grass!”,
She says, “all things must surely pass!”.
That naughty and philosophical young lady Dawn!
Out of Time
K Morris reading his poem ‘Time’.
Last Friday, (17 June), I gave a poetry reading on Microsoft Teams for work colleagues. One of the poems read was “Time”. My reading was not recorded. However, here is a reading of “Time”, which I recorded back in 2017. “Time” is included in my Selected Poems, which is available in paperback and Kindle from Amazon.
Miss Heart’s Art
I know a young lady named Heart
Who is famous for showing her art.
Some call her rude,
When she models nude.
But I say Heart shows her art …!
K Morris - Poet 