When a young man whose name is Gus
Stole a number 7 bus,
His cousin Rose
Composed a poem about Crows,
Which I’d like you all to discuss!
When A Young Man Whose Name Is Gus
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Refugees
A powerful poem
I posted this poem a year or so ago, and I think it bears re-posting again now. In fact, I think I should post it repeatedly every year until everybody understands the situation most of these people find themselves in through no fault of their own.
The first time she ever set eyes on the sea,
She was forty seven.
It was a long road there.
She set off with little enough,
And arrived with much less.
She had a home, once.
A house,
In a well-to-do area of the city.
Life was good.
But fear came,
In the form of bullets, shells and bombs.
Once, gas.
Then everyone lived in fear.
Her house is rubble, now.
Memories and possessions buried,
Alongside her husband.
Alongside her daughter.
Alongside her middle son.
Her hands are scarred from the digging.
For weeks,
Her palms were raw and bloody,
from blocks of masonry,
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There Was A Young Man Called Neil
There was a young man named Neil
Who drank wine with every meal.
He soaked his breakfast in red
And on retiring to bed
Drank white with his friend’s wife Lucille!
When A Dangerous Young Man Of Bristol
When a dangerous young man of Bristol
Aimed at me his pistol,
My friend, General Napier
Drew forth his rapier
And ended that young man of Bristol!
Ivy On A Tree
Ivy on a tree
Reminded me
Of my grandfather’s home
And a bowl of green
on his gramophone.
The green
Is no longer seen.
This Cold, Sunny Day
This cold, sunny day
Will turn to rain.
I will stay,
For a time.
And rhyme,
While nature will remain
A Beautiful Young Lady Named Crystal
A beautiful young lady named Crystal
Threatened me with her pistol.
When I said, “what have I done”!
She replied, “I’m up for fun.
You will elope with me to Bristol”!
When A Young Admirer of Titian
When a young admirer of Titian
Made a most shocking admission,
I shook my grey head
And with great sorrow said,
“You are on the road to perdition”!
The Bald Fact Of A Mechanical Act
The bald fact
Of a mechanical act.
Its impact
Will reverberate
Down the years
In tears
And hate.
And in contempt for herself
And his comparative wealth
That led to the bald fact
And its impact
On she who knew
What she was required to do
And went
Where she was sent
For a handful of dust
To satisfy his lust.
When A Man Whose Name Is Ted
When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He whispered, “upon my life,
You are not my wife.
Speak softly, as she’s sleeping in bed”!
—
When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He said, with a sigh,
“I am an open-minded guy,
But my wife she is sleeping in bed”!
—
When a man whose name is Ted
Found a young lady under his bed
He said, “is that you Nell?,
I can not tell
Whether you be living or dead”!
