I know a very artistic young blonde
Of whom I am extremely fond.
She poses in the nude
Which some think real rude,
But she’s artistic, pretty and blonde!
The Artistic Young Blonde
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Kevin’s Poetry Podcast
I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series on Tuesday 16 April. My segment, which runs for just over 10 minutes and begins approximately 15 minutes in, can be found here, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-april-18-2024-kevin-morris-sharon-taylor/
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During my interview, I read a mixture of serious and not so serious poems and discussed my work.
The Rake or the Devil
When a wicked old rake known as Toft
Said, “your skin looks so pretty and soft!”,
A young lady named Harden
Said, “I beg your pardon,
Was that you or the devil who coughed!”.
A Young Lady Who is Extremely Clean
A young lady who is extremely clean
Likes to wash in a washing machine.
She dries in a dryer
With a girl named Moriah
And they wash in my washing machine!
As I Drink My Hot Curry Soup
As I drink my hot curry soup
Melancholy love songs loop.
The same thoughts go round and round
Of waitresses who have come and gone.
Sometimes my thoughts are profound.
At other times I tempt with rhymes
A waitress who likes poetry.
But I have found
My verse can not undress a waitress
For my brief rhyme
Is out of time
And I am growing old.
So I drink my hot curry soup
As the music loops around.
And then go home alone.
Lou Who Fell into a Vat of Glue
I know a young lady named Lou
Who fell into a vat of glue.
Her boyfriend called Rob
Is a terrible snob,
But he’s not as stuck up as Lou!
The Haunted Castle
There was a young lady named Suki
Who said, “this castle is very spooky!”.
A ghost called Fred
Shook his gray head –
Which reassured that young lady named Suki!
Recalling Paula
There was a young lady named Paula,
And very few people can recall her.
She worked in a bar
With a man called Mar –
I think her name it was Paula?
The Joys of Swinging
When a young lady in a short frock
Decided to swing from a very old clock,
The clock’s owner, known as Dan,
Said, “I’m a red blooded man,
But I’m worried you will break that clock!”.
Passing Through
Last night the wind blew.
Today I remember you
In your heels and skirt
You wore for me.
There was no need for me to flirt
As I knew you would be with me
For an hour or so
And then you would go.
The wind is passionate and free.
You wore those clothes for me
Because you knew that I like heels and skirts.
But there was no need to flirt with you.
You flew to Turkey.
We can both agree
That there was some delight,
And a flight to Turkey
For you.
K Morris - Poet 