There was a young heiress called Kate
Who lived on a country estate.
Her father, Lord Moore
Was so fond of the poor
That he left them his estate!
Author Archives: K Morris Poet
A Drawing Of The Curtain
A drawing of the curtain.
Satan does yawn
For it is certain
That the forlorn
Scene will replay
Tomorrow and today.
He will pay
And she will,
In the still
Of night remember
May in December
And pay
In her own particular way.
I Knew A Pretty Brunette
I knew a pretty brunette
Who went by the name of Yvette.
My good friend Jim
Married a blonde named Kim,
Who used to be Yvette!
“Sic Vita” by Henry King
I awoke at a little after 3:30 this morning and got up in order to quench my thirst. As I moved through my home the cry of an owl reached my ears, which brought to mind “Sic Vita” by Henry King:
“Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies,
The spring entombed in autumn lies,
The dew dries up, the star is shot,
The flight is past, and man forgot”.
There Was A Young Lady Called Holly
There was a young lady called Holly
Who lived in an ancient folly.
One day at dawn
She looked forlorn
So I joined her in her folly …
I Know A Pretty Young Blonde
I know a pretty young blonde
Of whom I’m extremely fond.
My wife Yvette
Works as a vet
And she doesn’t like that blonde …!
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I know a pretty young blonde
Of whom I’m rather fond.
When she met
My wife Yvette
It ended in the pond!
Kevin Morris reading his poems ‘Genes’ and ‘Reprieve’.
K Morris reading a selection of his poems
Here are three of my poems, which I recorded earlier today.
A Short Analysis of Thomas Hood’s ‘I Remember, I Remember’
In just 5 words “the tree is living yet” Hood implies (implicitly) that his brother who “set” the tree is no longer living thereby adding to the sombre nature of the poem.
‘I Remember, I Remember’ is, along with ‘The Song of the Shirt’, Thomas Hood’s best-loved poem. Although much of the rest of his work is not now much read or remembered, ‘I Remember, I Remember’ has a special place in countless readers’ hearts. Although its meaning is fairly straightforward, it’s worth probing the language of Hood’s poem a little deeper, as closer analysis reveals why this poem is held in such high regard.
I Remember, I Remember
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi’lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
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There Was A Young Man Called Moat
There was a young man called Moat
Who knowing not which way to vote
Asked his girlfriend Lou
Whether to vote red or blue
While riding on a goat!
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There was a young man called Moat
Who knowing not which way to vote
Went out on the town
His sorrows to drown
Then voted for a goat!
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There was a young man called Moat
Who knowing not which way to vote
Went out on the town
His sorrows to drown
And quite forgot to vote!