I know a young lady named Kelly
Who fell into a large orange jelly.
She recovered quite well
But, strange to tell,
Kelly now wobbles like a large jelly.
Kelly and the Large Orange Jelly
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I Know a Young Lady Named Flow
I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
So I’ve locked my window on Flow …
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I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
And now they are refusing to go!
Review: Poetry Treasures
Poetic Vision – Sue Vincent
I have always loved Sue’s poetry and writing. I count myself blessed that I knew her online. We had numerous views in common and her words made think, cry and even have eureka moments. Goddess bless you Sue, you are so missed.
Geoff Le Pard
Wonderful humorous poems which tell of life the way we all live it. My favourite Art Appreciation.
Frank Prem
Described as a poet/storyteller or in my words a bard in the true sense of the word.
My favourite Reading Modern Poets
Victoria (Tori) Zigler
Her words are beautifully set in a rhythm which in my favourite The Robin in My Garden always cheers me up.
Colleen M. Chesebro
A very dear friend and my sister in fey. Colleen’s prose and poetry always stay with me. Filled with magic and the promise of mystery. My favourite in this collection is Weather…
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Lies
A guy may buy
A pretty girl’s eye
And revel in bliss
From her soft kiss.
But the honest guy
Will find
It hard to deny
That behind
Her smiling eye
And sweet scent
There lies, contempt
Chancer
I met an extremely beautiful young lap dancer
Whose known as a bit of a chancer.
When she saw I had money
She called me sweet and honey.
And they say I’m a disreputable old chancer …
Please Explain Poetry to Me
When a young man named Lee
Said, “please explain poetry to me”.
I said to Rose
“Tweek his nose!”.
Which was a kind of poetry!
In Her Hair
In her hair
And legs bare
I forget regret.
But after laughter
And drink die
I find rhyme
In passing lust
And eternal dust.
Whilst Walking By A Crystal Clear Stream
Whilst walking by a crystal clear stream
I got covered in strawberries and cream,
By a young lady named Lin
Who is full of hot sin –
And then I awoke from that dream!
Her Name
It was quick
In a bedsit
By a canal.
I have the name she
Gave to me.
Anyhow, I know that canal.
GO INTO THE NIGHT
Often it is the short poem that best expresses truth.
K Morris - Poet 