Some take a punt
On a horse.
Others follow a different course.
But they also play
In their hunt
For the perfect young Philly.
All punters are silly
And all pay
For horses lose races
And a Philly’s bought laces
Soon fade away.
When guilty men
Dip their pen
Into black ink,
Later they may regret
And by burning the whole
Hope to conceal their soul.
The wise use ink,
But others regret
The damnable internet!
When I met a person named Dan
Who is an extremely tough young man,
And he demanded my money,
I said to him, “sunny,
You are fat. and then I ran!”.
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A rhyme of her first time.
She stayed for roughly an hour.
And after his bliss
Took a shower.
Then the door closed
On nondescript clothes.
She didn’t kiss him goodbye
And left no perfume
In his bedroom.
Just her towel
On his chair
To prove she’d been there.
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I touch the gravestone
Warm from the afternoon sun.
I have come
Here alone,
Many a time
My mind
Full of rhyme.
But under the cold gravestone
There is neither sun
Nor rhyme.
There once was a poet named Moat
Who traveled the seas with a goat.
That beast wrote verse
Which grew steadily worse.
But it wrote better poetry than Moat!
When I met a beautiful young lap dancer
Who asked me to go and romance her,
I said to her, “Lin,
There can be no sin!
But then again, my name it is Chancer!”.
As the rain fell
I thought of our love
Of rain.
You and I
Share the same sky.
But does love
Hide inside the rain.
K Morris - Poet 