A tough young man known as Lee
Says he wants a word with me,
About a girl called Bland
And our one night stand,
But she only came round for tea!
A tough young man known as Lee
Says he wants a word with me,
About a girl called Bland
And our one night stand,
But she only came round for tea!
My thanks to Ester Chilton for kindly publishing a guest post by me.
I’m delighted to welcome Kevin Morris back as my guest writer. Kevin has appeared on my blog a few times with some wonderful poems. He’s just had a new book of poetry released, called ‘MyFriend’s Robot Girlfriend’. Do hop over to Amazon and take a look. Links can be found below.
Here’s what Kevin has to say about his love of poetry:
I have long been a fan of poetry in general, and spent many happy hours leafing through poetry anthologies in the school library. I know, I was a precocious child!
Many of my poems are of a serious nature. I therefore thought that it was high time to pull together a collection of my humorous poems, hence my recently published collection, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, which is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.
I hope you enjoy the below poems:
Lin Who Was…
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When I met a young lady online
Who invited me round for some wine,
I said to her, “Coral,
There will be nothing immoral!”.
She said, “no, but after the wine …”.
I am trapped
In time.
My passing rhyme
Must end
When he taps
Me on the shoulder
And says, “its over
My friend”.
And will aliens find
Fragments of poetry
And ponder on rhyme
And fleeting time?
Or will they see
An unintelligible line?
Or perhaps not care
When and where
We humans wrote,
Then cut our throat?
Will I die,
Like a drunken fool
Falling off a bar stool?
Or will I
Be found dead in bed
In an empty room
Where cheap perfume
Lingers on stiffening fingers?
Will I die
As an old rake
Who did partake
In fleeting play?
There is no bliss
In death’s hard kiss,
Merely clay
Where rake and saint
Together stay.
There was a young lady named Lou
Who walked around dressed in 1 shoe.
When a girl called Rose
Said, “put on some clothes!”,
Lou said, “I’m dressed in this shoe!”.
I once met a wicked cat
Who attacked me with a bat.
When I said, “Percy!
Show me some mercy!”,
He laughed and raised that bat!
Fortunately, I have a full-time job which pays the bills. Poetry does not, I believe pay the bills for the overwhelming majority of those engaged in composing it. Ultimately I write for the love of writing. I am also delighted when readers tell me how my work touched them.
When naughty Miss White and Miss Winning
Came round to mine for some sinning,
We got covered in cake
While a vicar named Lake
Condemned us for all of our sinning!
When the mirror finally breaks
There will be no lakes
Of pointless tears,
Just wasted years,
Reflected straight back
In shards of broken glass.