There once was a beautiful young perfumer
Who went to sea in a schooner.
I am sad to say
That she sank near Bombay,
And I wept over my poor schooner.
Schooner
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Monthly Archives: June 2023
The Scales of Justice
The scales of justice
Weigh right and wrong.
But, when unjust men
Sail away in death
‘Ere her scales
Have time to weigh,
What can
Justice say?
For the man
Has gone beyond
Our human
Right and wrong.
Lou and Her Movie
When a naughty young lady Known as Lou
Decided to star in a movie most blue,
Me and Fred
Painted her red.
As for Lou, she painted us 2 blue!
A Review of My Recently Released Poetry Collection, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses
I was pleased to receive the below review of my recently published collection, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses:
“Regardless of the theme of the collection, I find it’s always the case when you read collections of poetry or stories that some will be more to your liking than others, even when you feel like it was an enjoyable collection overall. Especially when it comes to poetry, which tends to be designed to be open to interpretation. This collection of poetry is a perfect example of that, so that I did have my favourites. “The Wicked Old Cat” and “One Dark Halloween” were my favourites in this case.”
To read the original review on Goodreads please visit https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5581172408.
Everyone Knows
Writers are frequently told that they should (or should not) express themselves in a given way. This poem of mine, composed some years back, is by way of a response to such people.
Everyone knows, that the first man to liken a maiden to a rose
Was a poet (at least it is often contended so),
But the critics then go
On to say that those
Who continue to use such metaphor
Are second-rate, as it has all been said before
But has not the rhymer written about everything under the sun?
And if so, are we now not done
With rhyme?
For surely we should spend our time
Both day and night
In instructing others on how to write? …
Maiden
Stripping the maiden bare
I leave her.
In my living room.
No sweet scent
For me to repent
Just a frame
Of steel
And plastic,
A bachelor maintains
For drying clothes.
Burning the Candle at Both Ends
When I said to my dear friends,
“I’ve burned the candle at both ends,
By drinking and sinning
With beautiful young women!”.
They said, “that Kevin! He always pretends!”.
Cat
“I’m a cat girl” she said.
Cats enter bed
Where they purr
And sometimes they scratch and bite.
I wonder, on this summer night
Does she delight
With purrs
And bites.
A Young Barmaid Who Works in the Grouse
A young barmaid who works in the Grouse
Likes to give me one on the house.
Her name is Miss Spink,
And she likes a drink,
And to give me one on the house!
On the Closure of the Railway Bell, 14 Cawnpore Street, Gipsy Hill
I sit at the bar
In the old familiar pub
And touch the wood
Tinged with beers
From bygone years.
Landlords have come and gone
But the pub has continued on.
I recall
With delight
The fire’s warm light.
But it’s a summer evening
And there is no firelight.
To brighten this leaving.
I say goodbye
To the final table
I am unable
To show my eyes
For men don’t cry
K Morris - Poet 