A mermaid
Most staid
Oft times played
On the seashore
Until one day
The waves carried her away
In a different kind of play.
Now she will dance in May
No more.
Author Archives: K Morris Poet
There Was A Young Man Called Mo
There was a young man called Mo
Who stood upon my toe.
I gave him a glare
And said “you aint being fair!”,
So he trod on my other toe!
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There was a young man called Mo
Who trod upon my toe.
So I gave him a glare
And said “you aint being fair!”,
And I told him where to go!
If All Are Dreams Could Be Known
If all our dreams could
Be known
Who then would
Throw the first stone?
Alone in our head
We dread
That one day our dreams will be known.
So tell me my friend will
You still
Be the one to throw the first stone?
When A Young Man Called Kirt
When a young man called Kirt
Borrowed his girlfriend’s skirt.
His brother Guy
Said, with a sigh,
“You look better in tie and shirt!”.
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When a young man called Kirt
Borrowed his girlfriend’s skirt.
His partner Lou
Said “don’t wear my shoe,
As those stilettos they really hurt!”.
“The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, an update regarding the forthcoming audio edition
On 3 September 2018, I published “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” as an e-book, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/.
I am pleased to announce that I have now found a narrator for the audio edition of “The Writer’s Pen” and I’m looking forward to working with Alex Lee, and hope that the audio version will be available in time for Christmas.
Alex can be found here, https://www.alexleeaudio.uk and here, https://www.acx.com/narrator?p=AUB7ELH213R4M.
For the audio edition of my collection of poems, “My Old Clock I Wind“ please visit https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077VZTM3V/.
A Short Analysis of John Keats’s ‘To Autumn’
‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’: John Keats wrote many a memorable and arresting opening line in his short life, but his opening to his great poem ‘To Autumn’, one of his finest odes, is perhaps his most resonant of all. On one level a straightforward evocation of the season of autumn, ‘To Autumn’ (or ‘Ode to Autumn’ as it is sometimes known) is also a poem that subtly reflects the early nineteenth-century context in which it was written. Such contemporary allusions and references require closer analysis, but before we get to them, here is John Keats’s great autumnal poem.
To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
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There Was A Young Lady Called Meg
There was a young lady called Meg
Who laid a very large egg.
When the journalists came round
They found nothing profound
As Meg was pulling their leg …!
Hooks
He in his naughty
Forties,
She eighteen or so.
The lamps burn low
As they hang their coats on a hook
And sit down to dine.
The waitress pours wine
Into their glasses
And looks
At hooks
That gleam in the lamp’s low light.
There will be no need for passes
Tonight.
Nonsense Verse – Guest Post by Kevin Morris…
Many thanks to Chris the Story Reading Ape for offering me the opportunity to guest post on his blog.
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
I have, for as long as I can remember, taken pleasure in nonsense poetry or verse. But what, exactly is nonsense poetry?
The online edition of The Oxford Dictionary defines nonsense poetry as follows:
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(Originally) whimsical or nonsensical verse; (later) the genre of poetry that includes nonsense verse such as limericks, as well as looser poetic forms”.(https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/nonsense_poetry).
The best known (and loved) writer of nonsense verse is the 19thcentury english poet and artist Edward Lear,(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Lear).The best known of Lear’s poems is, undoubtedly the wonderful “The Owl and the Pussy-Cat”,(https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43188/the-owl-and-the-pussy-cat)),in which the poet describes the journey of these 2 creatures “in a beautiful pea green boat” “to the land where the bong-tree grows”, where they are married “by the turkey who lives on the hill”. Of course they where, for…
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Friday Humour
There was a young man of Doncaster
Who decided his wall to plaster.
He drank lots of beer
Which made him feel queer
And led to a plaster disaster!
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When a naughty young lady called Bess
Stole a little black dress
A store detective named Guy
Said, with a sigh
“You’ll look great in that little black dress …!”.
—
A pretty young lady called Nell
Rang upon my bell.
I was elsewhere at the time
Composing an intricate rhyme
As I did her large boyfriend tell …

