When I went to a swingers party
With my friend who is very arty,
Pretty Miss Ling
Painted a swing,
And my friend she painted that party!
The Arty Swingers Party
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Kate’s Improper Date
There was a young lady named Kate
Who went on a most improper date.
The vicar was there
With his mistress Claire,
And a waitress who just couldn’t wait …!
When a Young Lady in a Hurry
When a young lady in a hurry
Fell into a hot plate of curry,
A diner from Madras
Raised his wine glass,
And toasted that girl and his curry!
I Always Return
I always return
To the tick tock
Of the clock,
From which I learn
To accept and respect
That I
Will die.
When You First Came
When you first came
Your hair was drenched
From the London rain.
My thirst
I quenched
But first
I dried the rain.
I forget your name
But remember the rain
And your drenched hair
Which I took care
To dry. I
Saw you again.
But forget the name.
Civilisation
A lightning flash
The splash
Of urban rain.
The roar
Of Thor
In London town.
Civilisation goes down
In fire
And rain.
A Young Lady from Crystal Palace
A young lady from Crystal Palace
Is known to me as Alice.
She calls men her honey
And steals all their money.
And now she’s buying a palace!
I Never Go
I never go
To the casino
As cards and dice
Are not my vice …!
I Once Met a Girl with a Lettuce
I once met a girl with a lettuce
Who spoke to me of her peculiar fetish.
Some girls they love whipped cream
But to me it does seem
That you can’t beat a girl’s fetish lettuce!
The Punter
I have checked the clock
And, hearing a car stop
And the rhythm
Of heels coming,
Have thought on time running
Away for she and me.
I have striven
When all alone,
To avoid the winking telephone
And the internet of regret.
But fearful dust
Brings on lust.
K Morris - Poet 