When a young lady named Henrietta
Sent me a poisoned pen letter,
I said to Miss Gale,
“Hasn’t she heard of email?
Its much quicker than a letter!”.
The Poisoned Pen
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
On Leaving the Pub Behind
On leaving the pub behind
I heard birds
And felt the London rain.
I often find
That birds, and fleeting words
Occupy my mind.
And the same rain fell
On ancient Rome.
But the birds they heard
Have gone with Rome.
The Vicar’s Bed
When a naughty young lady named White
Climbed into the vicar’s bed last night,
His sweet mistress Claire
Said to Miss Flair,
“Was it you who invited Miss White?”.
Gale and the Curtain Rail
There was a young lady named Gale
Who swung from the pub’s curtain rail.
When they said, “you are strange!”.
She said, “in yonder old grange,
We all swing and drink strong ale!”.
My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend
I am very surprised that my friend
Has gone and bought a robot girlfriend.
She is extremely pretty
And really quite witty,
So she is quite unlike my friend!
This Little March Snow
This little March snow
Soon must go.
And spring birds sing
Over tombs.
When I Attended a Transhumanist Party
When I attended a Transhumanist party
With the cream of the literati,
Some random old guy
Said, “I’m an AI!”.
And cyborgs danced at that party.
The Churchyard Path
People passed
Me on the churchyard path,
That I walk
So oft,
Caught in my passing thoughts,
(Many now forgot)
Then came the rain again
To wash all who pass
Along this fleeting path.
They Talk of All-Powerful AI
They talk of all-powerful AI.
Perhaps this is Sci-Fi.
Or maybe it is true.
But you and I
Will surely die,
Unless we
Achieve immortality,
And perhaps live on
After the body is gone
In virtual reality.
But would that be
You and me?
From the Dark Heart
From the dark heart
Oft flows great art,
And behind sunlight
Oft hides night.
K Morris - Poet 