Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor doggy a bone.
But when she got there
She found Miss Claire,
Keeping company with the good vicar Bone!
Old Mother Hubbard for Today
Leave a reply
Author Archives: K Morris Poet
There Once Was a Girl Named Louise
There once was a girl named Louise
Who was famous for sailing the seas.
She cooked a bad man
In her large frying pan.
And the pirates all deserted the seas!
Her Inner Mind
Dare he find
Her inner mind
Behind pumping thighs
And neutral eyes?
The best try
Not to objectify
By attempting to find
Her inner mind.
And in his bed
She maintains a shred
Of her privacy
By covering up after.
Lost Property
I have found a stiletto shoe
Which I think belongs to Lou.
I’ve also discovered a pretty sock
And a very short party frock.
Or do they belong to you!
Vampire Humour
I’m dating a pretty vampire named Wood
Who is rather fond of men’s blood.
But she also likes wine,
Which suits me real fine.
As I’m rather fond of my blood!
Wong’s Gong
There was a young lady named Wong
Who liked to bong on her gong.
When the vicar comes for tea
She invariably sits on my knee.
But now lets return to Wong’s gong!
—
I know a young lady named Wong
Who likes to bong on her gong.
When the vicar comes for tea
She invariably sits on my knee,
And Wong she bongs on her gong!
As An Old Clock Chimes
As an old clock chimes
An ageing poet rhymes
Of girls in summer frocks
Who think not of clocks.
But old Father Time
He ends all rhyme.
There Was a Young Lady of Hull
There was a young lady of Hull
Who, on being chased by a bull
Leapt into a great lake,
Where she encountered a rake.
So she returned forthwith to that bull!
My Local Gallery
I met a young lady named Malorie
Whose paintings hang in my local gallery.
Whilst admiring her nude
She called me rude,
So I returned to my local gallery …
I Perceive The Dead Leaves
I perceive
The dead
Leaves.
It is said
That civilisations die.
I
Have my
Poetry
And am free
To express
That democracy’s dress
May,
so easily, fray.
K Morris - Poet 