A young lady who works as a perfumer
Said, “you have absolutely no sense of humour!”.
As I stamped on her toes
I said, “my dear Miss Rose,
Don’t you wish you had met me sooner!”.
The Importance of Humour
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A Recording of More Poetic Meanderings
I am pleased to announce that a complete recording of ‘More Poetic Meanderings’ is now available, read by me. The recording is split into four parts. To listen to my most recent uploads, please visit here for Part 3 and here for Part 4.
Part 1 can be found here whilst Part 2 can be found here.
More Poetic Meanderings is also available in Paperback and Kindle on Amazon.
A Girl’s Lost Clothes
A young lady wearing only her bra
Came to drink in my favourite bar.
She said her heels
Got stolen by seals
And her dress was in my car!
There Once Was an Old Man Named Hogg
There once was an old man named Hogg
Who said, “I’ve been flogged by a dog!”.
They said to him, “sir,
You should take more care!
And you really should stay off that grog!”.
Getting the Blame
When a young lady whose known as Nat
Went and left her perfume in my flat,
My sweet girlfriend Leigh
Began to berate me!
But it wasn’t me, it was that Nat!
Old
In my frayed old dressing gown I found
A broken hairband.
I know not where
I met her.
Names I forget.
But this broken hairband commands reflection and regret
For her and all those before.
And others, if there are more
I Could Stop
I could stop
This clock
Once and for all.
Lonely and bored
I called
On Dowson’s rhyme
Of women and wine.
The cork popped
You poured.
And Time’s scythe chopped
Another day away
In play.
A Warm Bed for the Night
A warm bed for the night
Gives some respite
From the indifferent street, where feet
Sound on lonely stone.
She sleeps in sheets.
Her brief respite
After his delight.
Churchyard Tree
When a churchyard tree
Dripped rain on me
I thought that I ought
Not to swear
For the rain will remain
When that tree
And me are where
We will know no rain.
Anaconda
I’m dating a young lady named Ronda
Who is extremely fond of her anaconda.
When I say to her, “dear,
We will get married next year”,
She says, “I’m fonder of my anaconda!”.
K Morris - Poet 