Soon Autumn will come
And girl’s feet pass
Over leaves and grass.
But the churchyard clock
They will notice not.
Soon Autum Will Come
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Alone in My Bedroom
Alone in my bedroom
As the sunlight falls
On bed and walls.
No scent of perfume
To sweeten my room,
Just the morn
Turning to noon.
We are but sunlight
Taken by night.
Elane Who Liked to Dance in the Rain
There was a young lady named Elane
Who liked to dance in the rain.
When the weather was dry
She would weep and sigh,
Then sing, which brought on the rain!
The Wet Churchyard Earth
The wet churchyard earth
Speaks of nature’s rebirth.
The graveyard grass smells fresh.
I see life and death.
Drought
Dry leaves hang
On waiting trees.
The dead litter
The cracked ground.
Our bitter
Harvest of drought.
There Once Was a Very Fat Guy
There once was a very fat guy
Who was extremely fond of a pie.
He would eat it all day
And when he sadly passed away
They baked that guy in a pie!
Out of Time
My clock’s chime
Is out of time,
Yet I care not
For I see
In my clock
A protest, against modernity.
My Lady of Ill Repute
I met a lady of ill repute
Who played all night on my flute.
We had a bit to drink,
But its not what you think!
As that flute I bought in Beirut!
Ice
I know a young lady named Ice
Who works in the field of vice.
I like to help Bella
Down in the pub cellar
To pick up some very nice ice.
When you Say
When you say, “what next?”
I could suggest
That you and I explore
My bedside drawer.
But I must hide inside
My gentlemanly shell
And never tell
K Morris - Poet 