Yesterday evening I strolled in the park
As the day it was growing dark.
That most brazen Miss Hocking
Lost a shoe and stocking.
But that was down to young Mark!
Yesterday Evening I Strolled In The Park
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When A Young Man Named Mr Pat
When a young man named Mr Pat
Said, “has anyone seen my new hat?”,
His sister’s friend Miss Claire
Fell asleep in her armchair.
And Pat’s cat grew sleek and fat.
A Wonderful Review of My “Selected Poems”
I was pleased to receive a wonderful review of my “Selected Poems”. To read the review please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/10/21/the-selected-poems-of-k-morris/.
To read a free sample, or to purchase my “Selected Poems”, please go to https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
Summer
Young women and summer fun.
How quickly, summer is done.
Poet Kevin Morris To Be Interviewed For Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series at 9 pm (UK Time) on Thursday 22 October
A little under 2 weeks ago, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer, over Zoom, for the World Poetry Reading Series, https://worldpoetry.ca/.
The interview (during which I read several of my poems), will be broadcast on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series at 9 pm (UK time) on Thursday 22 October.
You can find a podcast of my previous appearance on the World Poetry Reading Series (24 September) here, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-108.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer for hosting me on the World Poetry Reading Series.
When My Neighbour, Whose Name Is Rose
When my neighbour, whose name is Rose
Walked the streets whilst wearing no clothes,
Prim and proper Miss Hocking
Said, “your behaviour is shocking!”.
So I gave Rose back her clothes!
When I Found Beautiful Miss Cath
When I found beautiful Miss Cath
Soaking in my brand new bath,
I played on my violin
A tune of sweet sin.
But all she did was laugh!
When I Saw My Friend Major Jones
When I saw my friend Major Jones
Firing his gun at some old bones,
And I said to him, “Sir,
Where is your dear wife Clair?”.
He pointed his gun at those bones.
Projection
Devil-may-care
She flicks her hair.
And behind
Her smile.
Her grace and style,
What will you find?
A poet’s introspection.
Merely a projection
Of his mind?
My Old Friend, Whose Name Is Binder
My old friend, whose name is Binder
Has a job as a clock winder.
A young lady called White
Walks the streets at night.
Where she often meets my friend Binder.
K Morris - Poet 