Walking through the wood
In this weather hot
I think on should,
And should not.
I shall be good.
But, I have heard tell
That nymphs herein
Dwell.
Some say, that they
Are shy.
I shall stare at the sky
For, therein,
Sin
Is not.
Above, the hot
Sky,
Whilst below
Nymphs go
By.
I
Walked the woodland path
And passed
By
Tall, slender flowers.
Now I
Traverse, in verse
That self-same path,
And grow flowers
In my mind.
The flowers
May be gone tomorrow.
For I find
That we borrow
Time.
True, many a rose
Has been emmortalised in rhyme
But the poet knows,
That he has limited time.
When a rather large honey bee
Stung me on my knee,
And my friend Miss Meek
Said, “turn the other cheek”,
I said, “you must mean knee!”.
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m only wearing 1 shoe”.
I looked at her really hard
And said, “you are such a card”.
As she’d painted her legs bright blue
When a young man whose name is Guy
Said, “would you like a pork pie?”,
And I said, “do you have some?”,
He said, “no, just this hot summer sun,
Which shines in yonder deep blue sky”.
When a young lady named Yvette
Said, “let us play Russian Roulette”.
And I said, “is the gun loaded?”,
She said, “the old civilisation has imploded,
So let us both be wed!”.
A middle-class lass,
And a ghetto
Girl, both possess the power
To entertain for an hour.
Or, with their stiletto
To pierce the heart
Of men who obsess
Over a girl’s short dress,
And hide inside their art.
A young lady soaking in my bath
Said, “you are a terrible old sociopath!”.
I said, “you are pretty and slim,
But you have just broken in.
And you call me a sociopath!
A hint of perfume
In a bachelor’s bedroom.
He remembers a knock.
And finds her sock.
Ah, the great lock-down,
And society’s unforgiving frown!
When a gorgeous young lady named Page
Said, “I need to know your age
Before I consider any dating”,
And I said, “my chauffeur is waiting”,
She quickly forgot my age!
K Morris - Poet 