The key to my clock
Is cold to my hand.
I can command
My old clock
To cease it’s chime.
But no rhyme stops
The sickle’s chop.
The key to my clock
Is cold to my hand.
I can command
My old clock
To cease it’s chime.
But no rhyme stops
The sickle’s chop.
I am grateful to Pete Johnson, (beetleypete), for kindly publishing this guest post by me, https://beetleypete.com/2023/04/01/guest-post-kevin-morris-2/. Please do pop over to read and comment.
A young lady whose name is Lou
Likes to spank men with her shoe.
Her friend Jane
Will often explain
That’s why some men really like Lou!
As those of you who follow my blog will know, I have long maintained an interest in the field of artificial intelligence (AI). My fascination with the subject has caused me to become involved in a project to build a poetic robot.
My own model (simply called Kevin) which is, I am sure you will agree most appropriate, has been programmed with all poems composed by me since I first began to write poetry back in 2013.
Want a poem about time? No problem, just ask Kevin for a poem on that subject and he will regale you with a composition on that topic in my own voice. Feeling in a mood to have your ribs tickled? Just ask Kevin for a composition on naughty young women and he will recite a poem about wicked Miss Hocking who lost more than a stocking whilst attending the vicar’s garden party …!
The developer has done a fantastic job. Not only does the robot sound like me, it also looks remarkably life-like and can even change it’s expression. A humorous poem will cause Kevin to smile whilst reciting his composition, whilst a poem about mortality leads to a mournful and thoughtful expression.
Kevin is retailing at a cost of £1000. However, there is a special offer for my readers. Just contact me by 12 noon today with your order and you can have your very own poetic Kevin for the fantastic cost of only £899.!
Happy listening!
There once was a man with an easel
Who made friends with a wise old weasel.
He painted great lakes
And big juicy steaks,
While the man he would hold that easel.
There once was an actor named Moat
Who kept a stoat in a boat.
When it ran up the dress
Of a waspish critic called Bess,
The audience clapped Moat and his stoat!
I once knew a man known as Moat
Who said my poetry was of little note!
His friend Coaker
Said, “its mediocre!”.
I hear that they drowned in a moat …
On 28 March I announced that my poetry collection, “More Poetic Meanderings” is now available for download in the Amazon Kindle store, https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/03/28/my-poetry-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-is-now-available-for-purchase-as-a-kindle-download-in-the-kindle-store/.
I am pleased to be able to announce that “Meanderings” is now also available in paperback and can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BZFLT3YL
I am delighted to announce that my collection of poetry, “More Poetic Meanderings” is available in the Kindle store to download in Kindle format, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BZT9G139/. “Meanderings” will soon also be available in paperback and I will post a link here once this is the case.
Book Description:
“More Poetic Meanderings” is a collection of poems that explores the complexities of life through the lens of the human experience. Each poem offers a unique perspective on various themes, such as love, loss, mortality, pain, joy, hope, and the beauty of nature.
The collection begins with an introductory poem that sets the tone for the rest of the book. The collection delves into deep themes, such as the meaning of life, the struggle for self-discovery, and the beauty of nature.
When a poetical young lady named Sue
Wrote an erotic poem about Miss Lou,
A man called Ted
Fell out of bed,
Which left mor room for those 2 …!