When a young man named Lee
Said, “my employees all hate me!
They haven’t yet been paid,
As out partying I’ve stayed!”.
I said, “have another brandy, Lee!”.
The Boss
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When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Invited me round for some tea,
And I said, “will there be cake?”,,
She said, “you should make no mistake,
There will be more than tea!”.
What is Free Verse?
A good introduction to free verse on the blog Interesting Literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/02/what-is-free-verse-introduction/.
The article discusses the difference between free and blank verse, and provides examples of both.
I Saw A Tree
I saw a tree,
Split, in 2,
Like me.
Long it had stood,
(And still grew).
And all it’s wood
Seemed good
To me.
So far as I could see.
He Called On Aphrodite
He called on Aphrodite
To keep him company
At night.
But she,
Being otherwise engaged,
Paged
Lizzie,
Who suggested Claire
(As Lizzie
Was busy
washing her hair).
But Claire
Being blind drunk,
Recommended a rascally old monk!
So, in despair
He contacted Joan,
Who told him where
To go, over the telephone!
Dough
All the world does know
That a man with much dough
May buy
Expensive art,
And catch a young girl’s eye.
But he will find
That her heart
And mind
Are not part
Of the deal.
But, still, he may steal
More than a kiss,
From a calculating, miss.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Ling
When a young lady whose name is Ling
Said, “I shall slip into a slinky thing”,
I just had the time
To compose a brief rhyme.
Its known as a limerick kind of thing
Fragile
An insect
Brushed against my head.
I showed it respect,
For soon it will be dead
And an insect
Is fragile
As a girl’s smile.
A kiss.
Or the bliss
Of bed.
And the wind blew chill
And will
Do still,
When I am dead.
I Used To Fantasise
I used to fantasise
About a girl who walked
And talked
With me.
I saw not her eyes,
But we,
Were free
As the tide, which comes and goes,
In gentle flows,
Or with tempetuous roar
O’er the thirsting shore.
Barefoot, and hand in hand
We walked along the sand
Of some dream-like beach.
But no man can command
A fantasy,
And she,
I can not reach.
When A Young Man Whose Name Is Mo
When a young man whose name is Mo
Said, “the red lights they so brightly glow,
And provide such great pleasure
In all kinds of weather”.
I said, “good priest, how do you know?”.
K Morris - Poet 