Last night
I went to bed with Emily Brontë.
What can a modest man say?
We scaled passions great heights,
And, in the midst of our delight
She lost her tights.
Then, on my way
Back over the moor
I saw
Nelly Dean
Who said, with a gleam
In her eye
“Thrushcross Grange is nigh.
Will you come back with me
For tea?”.
But I made reply,
“No, not I
For, if you take a look
None of this is in Emily’s book …!”.
When a young man named Dave
Tripped over a freshly dug grave,
A corpse lying within
Said, with a grin,
“Its not your time yet Dave!”.
Walking home
Alone
At night
I see the passing street light.
I find
Neither fear nor delight
In the churchyard just
Left behind,
Merely dust
And fallen leaves.
I was humbled and honoured to receive this Certificate of Honour Appreciation and Gratitude from World Poetry International Canada.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer and the other directors for the honour they have done me.
When an ambitious young journalist named Nell
Said, “I have a story to tell,
But it isn’t true.
Does that bother you?”,
Her editor said, “will it sell, Nell?”.
A middle-aged lady whose name is Ria
Is a fervent Brexiteer,
Whilst her daughter Jane
Is all for remain,
And Jane’s boyfriend he likes his beer!
—
A middle-aged lady whose name is Ria
Is a fervent Brexiteer,
Whilst her daughter Jane
Is all for remain,
And some say that Brexit is near!
—
A young lady named Miss Lou
Is coming round at 2
And I just can’t explain
To my dear wife Elane,
How Lou she left her shoe!
A young lady who works in the city
Said, “you are neither witty nor pretty”,
But, when she found I had money
She called me sweet and her honey,
And moved in with me in the city!
In youth
I played
And little thought on the truth
That ’twas a passing stage.
Now, in middle-age
Compliments are still paid
To me by young women,
Though my hair is thinning,
And I spend most of my time
In rhyme.
When a morbid young man named Matt
Wrote a sad poem about his cat,
The feline gave a great yawn
And said, “this is too forlorn”,
And ran in pursuit of a bat!
I was delighted to learn that one of my poems, (a limerick) was read during a recent broadcast of Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series. The gentleman who read it, Victor did, I think do an excellent job of doing so.
To listen to my poem being read please visit this link, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-61.
Please note, the reading takes place approximately 10-12 minutes into the podcast.
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 