Some civilisations go slow
In their decay
While others stay
But a short time.
Birdsong does not last.
And poets must rhyme
Of empires that pass
And fast climate change.
Some Civilisations Go Slow
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A Most Wicked Young Lady of Dover
A most wicked young lady of Dover
Has gone and stolen my favourite pullover.
So I’ve said to Bess
“If you want your dress
Then first give me back my pullover!”
Falling Rain
The traffic in the distance.
The falling rain.
I have no real resistance
To the pleasure
And pain
Of a girl’s half-hearted kisses,
That fall
like the rain.
The Hidden Door
I have seen
In a dream
A hidden door.
Through which all pass
And are seen
By man no more.
A Most Beautiful Young Lady Named Polly
A most beautiful young lady named Polly
Said, “lets go and do something jolly!”
When we did rush
Into a thick bush
We screamed, “my god its prickly holly!”
The Young Lady and the Devil
On the night that’s known as Halloween
A young lady sat eating some cream.
When the devil, being a wit
Said, “please, give me a bit”.
And then she awoke from that dream!
Miss Heart’s Performing Art
I know a young lady named Heart
Who is an expert in performing art.
She performs on my lawn
With that pretty Miss Thorn
Which really is good for my heart!
“Is She Your Daughter”, he said
“Is she your daughter”, he said.
A shake of a grey head.
“Just my friend”, he made reply.
And sought not The other’s eye.
There Was a Young Lady of Japan
There was a young lady of Japan
Who married an old man named Stan.
He thought her real hot
But not getting a lot
He left that young lady of Japan!
There Was a Young Lady of Portugal
There was a young lady of Portugal
Who had a reputation for being dull.
Her conversation was so boring
It had her lovers snoring,
And her talk it killed a bull!
K Morris - Poet 