I once met a sad old vampire
Who said, “I have lost all desire
To drink men’s blood”.
I said, “that’s good!”.
But I still didn’t trust that vampire!”
I Once Met a Sad Old Vampire
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Monthly Archives: November 2024
All My Fantasies
I find
Fantasies run riot
In my unquiet mind.
Sometimes in my dreams
It seems
That dark fantasy
Is reality.
But in unending dream
My fantasy
Will be clay.
When I Took My Labrador for a Walk
When I took my Labrador for a walk
We engaged in a jolly good old talk.
I said to him, “Apollo!
Your stomach is too hollow!”,
He said, “pass me that knife and fork!”
Into Space
I know a young lady named Grace
Who said, “do take me into space!”.
So we went to the moon.
But it was over too soon.
But that’s often the way with Grace …!
How Much “Human” Does Poetry Need”?
When a Young Lady in a Rush
When a young lady in a rush
Said, “lets get amorous in this bush”,
It sounded quite jolly.
But o! what folly!
As that bush was a holly bush!
Crows Core on a Cold Day
Crows core on a cold day.
My hair is long since grey.
These autumn leaves
Will not stay.
My Lone Feet Pass
My lone feet pass
Along the path
Were autumn leaves freeze.
My dog loves
Snuffling amongst dead leaves.
I wish I could be so easily pleased!
I love this wood
As my dog does. Yet I regret
That I am caught in useless thought
While he just loves
Both it and me. he sees no tomorrow
Nor coming sorrow.
While I see the cold sky
As I pass
Along this path of fallen leaves.
The Alligator and My Calculator
I once met a very large alligator
Who asked could he borrow my calculator.
I said to him, “mate
Please go and eat Kate.
She’ll taste much nicer than my calculator!”.
Why Should I be Good
If we are going to hell in a handcart
Why should I be good?
Should my art be moral, when there is dark
In my imperfect heart?
When I am dead
I will not care what is said
Of me by she
Who must follow me in due time.
Poets leave clues in rhyme
To their misspent lives
And the literary critic thrives
By interpreting lost lives.
I try to be good.
But when nymphs call
I recall what is good
And yet still fall.
K Morris - Poet 