Author Archives: K Morris Poet

About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses is Now Available from Amazon

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I am pleased to announce that my humorous collection of poetry, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, is now available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.

Book Description:

A humorous collection of verses ranging from the slightly risqué to the quite frankly ridiculous.

Links:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for amazon.com customers).

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).

https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).

Kate Who Went Out on a Sugar Date

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I know a young lady named Kate

Who went out on a sugar date.

But the man had no money,

Which we all found quite funny!

But she lacks any humour does Kate!

A Cry in the Dark

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I open my window

And let in his cry

With the chill night air.

He is out there

Somewhere in the dark park,

Or the churchyard nearby.

I closed my

Window against the chill air.

He remained there,

(For how long I

Can not say).

Then his cry

Seemed to fade away.

A House of Stopped Clocks

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A house of stopped clocks .

Where, when,

He attempts to wind them,

Wise men

Say, “why not try

Some new batteries today …!”.

In My Younger Days

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In my younger days

I played

With many a maid.

Now my clock

Has stopped.

Yet still I rhyme

Of Father Time.

But all clocks wound

Must run down

The Dance

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A poem written some years back, which I had forgotten until I came across it recently.

K Morris - Poet

Entranced, he watched the dance,
As the girl
Did whirl,
Her feet
Kicking up the dust
Of poets, and dancers,
And other chancers,
Who you may meet
And pass, on the street
Without a second glance.
And the age-old dance
Goes on,
But the dust
Of those long gone
Is not disturbed
By a young woman’s dancing feet

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