There was a young lady of Bangkok
Who collected many a fine gentleman’s sock.
Some men lost their shoes
Whilst drunk on strong booze,
But most of them lost a sock.
There Was a Young Lady of Bangkok
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The Affair that Almost Was
When a young lady named Flair
Said, “would you like an affair?”.
I said, “I’m full of anticipation.
But its busy in Paddington station.
And it might upset the bear!”.
(Anyone familiar with London’s Paddington station will be aware that a statue of Paddington bear stands near to platform 1).
The Importance of Discretion
I met a young lady with petite feet
Who said, “please promise you will be discreet”.
I went back with Grace
To her sweet little place.
She lives at 7, such and such street …
I Met a Young Lady Named Ling
I met a young lady named Ling
And enjoyed a bit of a fling.
All went real well
Then, sad to tell,
Ling suggested I buy her a ring …!
Kevin Morris Poet, new TikTok videos
Today I have recorded the following videos of me reading my new poems.
‘The Owl’ by Kevin Morris
‘Early Autumn Morning’ by Kevin Morris
‘When a young Lady who is divine’ by Kevin Morris
‘I see sunlight’ by Kevin Morris
‘When I die’ by Kevin Morris
Early Autumn Morning
In the early morning
Few birds I heard.
In the distance
Vehicles passed by.
On such autumn mornings
I have no resistance
To thoughts of mortality.
But half dark
Turns to light
And I must
Shake off dust.
But autumn
Must come
And leaves fall.
When a Young Lady Who is Divine
When a young lady who is divine
Came round to mine with some wine,
It ended in the lake
With a large cream cake,
And the vicar at just gone 9 …!
A Small Island in a Great Sea
A small island in a great sea.
Once, half the world was painted red
And we engaged in slavery.
It is so often said
That the British Empire did no good.
Yet, (having abolished slavery), we patrolled seas
Stopping those who still engaged
In the cruel slave trade.
As I stood
In this remnant
Of the Great
North Wood
I thought on those who hate
This country.
Now our former colonies are free
To have their own mess
(Or progress.
And we
Have the cold sea
And what we
Call progress.
I See Sunlight
I see sunlight
On my bed.
Perchance we dance
In fleeting light
Then vanish
Into night.
Holly Who Often Leads Me into Folly
A young lady named Holly
Often leads me into folly.
At just gone midnight
We met Miss White
And rode her shopping trolley!
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