There once was a most poetical old squire
Who composed a poem to his housemaid Moriah.
As she knelt on the floor
She said, “do give me more!”.
So he did, which delighted his housemaid Moriah!
With my joyful balloon
I found the sky.
But find in middle-age
That the balloon soon
Deflates. And of late
My thoughts engage
With Raleigh’s stage.
(Note: the reference to “Raleigh’s stage” is to his poem “All the Worlds a Stage”, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMuWT1iLn3w
I know
This show
Must pass.
Each lass
Must go,
And lad also,
To graveyard plot
Where our hot
Lust turns to dust,
And poet’s rhyme
Is out of time.
A secret desire
May poetry inspire.
As for me
I ofttimes see
Behind my lust
The eternal dust
Waiting for me.
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I know a young lady named Lou
Who spanks paying gentlemen with a shoe.
When she spanked Mr Moore
In a large department store,
They made Lou pay for that shoe!
Shadows
In the rainy park.
Dark
With flashes of sunlight.
Rainbows
Come and go,
Capturing the delight
Of rain
In sunlight.
Her ring on my entry phone.
“I’ve left my key at home.
I live at flat –“.
The devil winks when man thinks
Thoughts he ought not to think.
But ‘twas no sin
To let her in!
There once was a foolish old libertarian
Who was imprisoned in a large aquarium.
When he said, “I am free
To swim in this great sea!”,
The fish laughed in that large aquarium!
When ageing men
Hear girl’s feet
On summer streets,
Perchance they glance
At grandfather clocks,
And remember socks,
Long since lost.
K Morris - Poet 