A professional
Young woman.
No confessional
Just dinner
Then a bar
(Again he pays).
Then its goodbye
And the evening sky
To keep him company.
While she
Being a professional
Goes home alone,
For friendship
Complicates a fee.
When my friend who is a terrible rake
Invited me round for tea and chocolate cake,
There where lots of young women
And a good deal of sinning.
As for me, I stuck to the cake!
I know a young lady named Hocking
Who is famous for being a bluestocking.
She says she knew Shakespeare
Which is really quite queer,
As she’s just turned 18 has Hocking!
I know a young lady named Hocking
Who is famous for wearing 1 stocking.
I oft meet Miss White
By the moon’s knowing light.
But she’s far too respectable is Hocking …
There once was a young lady named Heather
Who, wishing to find a gentleman of pleasure
Went out on the town
With her friend Miss Brown.
Where they met with the good vicar Leather.
Fruit just
Ripened.
Half-excited,
Part-frightened
By lust.
When a young lady named Miss Coral
Said, “sir, you are wicked and immoral!”.
My good friend Jean
Said, “he’s a libertine!”
As she handed the dictionary to Coral!
There once was a young lady named Bland
Who was an expert in performing the handstand.
She wore a short Dress
And along with Miss Bess
Was admired by the men of the land!
The final day of August
Brings Autumn’s coming chill.
Perhaps this is the last
Of Summer’s new-mown grass.
The eternal breeze
Rustles the leaves
And my once brown hair.
A young lady named Miss Heart
Is a connoisseur of fine art.
Whilst enjoying some wine
She greatly admired mine.
And then we discussed fine art.
K Morris - Poet 