Hot fantasies grow cold
With old
Men
Who obsess on them.
And what
Of hot
Fantasies tried?
The pleasure soon dies.
Fantasies
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The Land of Lost Content (a Parody)
Below is my parody of Housman’s poem “The Land of Lost Content”. You can find a link to the original public domain poem at the end of my parody.
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Into my heart an air that thrills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered thrills,
What squires, what housemaids are those?
That is the land of Squire Kent,
I see him with Jane,
The happy housemaid where he went.
I had better not explain!
A Young Lady from London City
A young lady from London city
Is sweet and really quite pretty.
She’s known as choosy Suzie
But, when she gets boozy
We date in great London city!
We Fuss and Rush
We fuss
And rush
Through life.
Perhaps take
A lover,
A husband
Or wife.
We will find time
To weave our rhyme
We say,
For there must
Be another day.
And the dust
Gathers unseen.
The Pretty Ear Lobe
When I found a pretty ear lobe
Protruding from my fine old bedroom wardrobe
I said, “Miss Moore
Are you quite sure
That you are looking for your globe?”.
The Draw
She sprays cheap perfume
In his living room.
Then smokes a cigarette
At his open window.
She must go
(As others have before).
He will feel regret
And say “no more”.
But grubby deals
With girls in heels
Will draw,
As before.
August Is Hot As Lust
August is hot as lust.
I was born in January
And in me you see
The soul of winter.
I have a splinter
Of ice in my heart.
My poetic art
Is January. and hot August.
No man can outrun the sun.
But birds sing
In the spring.
And winter’s splinter is my art.
“Rearranging Deckchairs” by Kevin Morris.
My thanks to Lucy for publishing my poem “rearranging Deckchairs”.
When a Curious Young Lady Named Miss Lake
When a curious young lady named Miss Lake
Said, “is it true you are a rake?”.
My dear friend Lady Hocking
Said, “your suggestion is shocking!
As she covered us 2 in cream cake!
There Once Was a Wicked Old Rake
There once was a wicked old rake
Who went by the name of Lake.
When he asked Miss Glynne
To join him in sin,
It all ended in the vicarage lake!
K Morris - Poet 