Shall I intrude
Into their quietude?
The wind sings
As I,
Alone
Pass by
Gravestone.
Time has stopped,
For those below.
I have the clock
And somewhere to go.
But the wind sings
Softly to me
In the churchyard tree.
A naughty young lady named Miss Lou
Tied me up at just gone 2.
At just after 4
I said,, “no more!”,
But Miss Moore she joined in too!”.
If we had met,
Other than we did
Perchance the fast dance
Would end in friend.
But you had
Your need
To feed.
And I was glad
For I had
My loneliness and lust
To lose
For a while
In a girl’s smile.
But dust
I can not escape
In the loss
Of high-heel shoe
And girl’s short cape
Shadows on the wall,
I recall.
One can not catch a shade,
For it is made
Of Moonbeams
And passing dreams.
(Shadows on the Wall can be found in my Selected Poems, which can be accessed here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.).
A forgetful vampire, whose name is Lou
Has a habit of losing her shoe.
The suave Count Dracula
Never employs the vernacular,
And he’s fond of a stiletto shoe …!
When I met a vampire named Lou
Who said, “your neck it will do!”.
I offered her fine wine.
But she replied, “you’re mine!”.
And my neck it had to do!”
There was a young lady named Nelly
Who was so busy watching the telly
That she mistook Sunday roast
For some hot buttered toast,
Which she ate along with her welly!
My friend, who is a staunch libertarian
Has purchased a large brand new aquarium
Wherein all the fishes swim
Imprisoned in glass and tin.
And my friend he’s a staunch libertarian !
“The nervousness before.
I am sure
She feels it too.
But that door
We have walked through
Many times before.
And after polite conversation
With girls of diverse nations,
I take my wine.
But it’s a fact
That so often anticipation
Is better than the act.”
A religious young lady named Lou
Has a habit of losing her shoe,
Whilst pious Miss Hocking
Often loses a stocking.
And I return them to those 2 …
K Morris - Poet 