There was a young lady named Sally
Who liked to loiter in an alley.
When a man called Ted
Said, “is that dress red?”,
She said, “I live near this alley …”.
Sally Who Liked to Loiter in an Alley
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Monthly Archives: March 2024
Blossoming Time
Your hair, long and dark
Brushed my fingers.
In the blossom scented park
My thoughts lingered
On a girl unaware
Of fingers longing to linger
In long soft hair.
I can not induce
Old Time with my rhyme
To return my youth.
Now your hair is dark.
How soon blossom
Falls in the park
And is forgotten.
My Dog and the Clock
My dog delights in sunlight.
His tail responds to my hand.
The old clock’s pendulum chops.
He and I can not command
Its inexorable chop, chop.
Yet we can take delight
In this fleeting light.
But my friend knows not
The clock must stop.
When a Lady High in a Tree
When a lady high in a tree
Said. “come here and sit with me”.
And I feared I would fall
She said, “o! don’t you recall,
That you fell long ago with me …!”
The Oldest Game
She ends each text with an x,
While he, with a world weary smile
Does the same.
It’s the oldest game
Around they say.
Some Feminists may frown
But the men still pay.
The women pay to,
But in a different way.
Some girls play a part
And retain their heart.
But each party pays,
And all loves and lusts
Are but endless dust.
The Divine Poetic Line
A young lady composing a poetic line
Said, “I’ll have another glass of wine
As the more I drink
The more I do think
That my poetic line is truly divine …!.
Blossom in the Rain
How soon the scent
Of blossom is spent
In the rain.
These little flowers
No not hours,
While I pass by
In unending rain.
Matt’s Cat
When an elderly gentleman named Matt
Said, “have you seen my cat?”,
A man called Hogg
Spoke of his dog,
And me? I ate my hat!
Loose Morals
A bishop riding on a goose
Said, “modern morals are too loose!”.
The creature said, “honk!”,
Which rhymes with bonk,
As it’s morals where somewhat loose!
Miss Lou’s Fetish
When I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I’ll explore my fetish with you!”,
I began to dream
Of strawberries and cream.
But Lou’s shoe left me black and blue!
K Morris - Poet 