A young lady of independent means
Is a collector of country scenes.
She is not all that witty
And You couldn’t call her pretty,
But she does have independent means!
A Young Lady Of Independent Means
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When A Young Lady Named White
When a young lady named White
Developed a ladder in her tight,
At just gone 10
A window cleaner called Ken,
Borrowed that ladder in her tight!
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When a young lady whose name is White
Developed a ladder in her tight,
A window cleaner called Ken
Swapped her a pen,
In exchange for that ladder in her tight.
Kevin Morris reading a new selection of his poems on Soundcloud
Poet Kevin Morris reading the following poems on Soundcloud:
Humourous Verse by Poet Kevin Morris on Soundcloud
I’ve uploaded several humourous poems to Soundcloud. You can view them below:
Book Promotions
My short story ‘Samantha‘ will be available for free in the Amazon Kindle Store from the 5th – 9th July, here for the UK and here for the US.
“Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?
My book ‘The Suspect and Other Tales‘ will also be available for free from the 9th – 13th July, here for the UK, and here for the US.
Tales of the unexpected, ranging from stories of crime and vengeance through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.
If you download and read ‘The Suspect’ and ‘Samantha’, please do consider leaving a review on Amazon and/or your website.
Rose
When a young lady whose name is Rose
Said, “your views I shall oppose!”,
And I replied, “but you don’t know my view!”,
She said, “that’s perfectly true,
But I really don’t like your clothes!”.
—
When a young lady whose name is Rose
Jumped up and down on my toes,
And I said, “that really does hurt!”,
She tore off my shirt.
As to why? only Rose knows.
—
There was a young lady named Rose
Who composed a poem all about toes.
When they said, “its incomplete
As there aren’t any feet”,
She hit them right on the nose!
On Going To Bed Last Night
On going to bed last night
I met a young lady named White.
I admired her see through nightdress,
But she asked me to stress
That nothing happened last night . . .
Dark Imaginings
When I heard
A bird
In a tree
Sing to me
In a park,
I thought that the dark
Imaginings I see,
May not come to be
A Man May Be
A man may be
A Tory
Of the deepest blue
Or a Socialist of the strongest hue
Of red,
Yet with sadness shake his head
At what
His own lot
Do when
The legislative pen
Falls to them . . .
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is White
When a young lady whose name is White
Got into a bit of a fight
Over her missing left shoe,
With a girl called Lou,
I went and hid her right!
—
When a young lady whose name is White
Got into a bit of a fight
With a girl called Lou,
Over her missing left shoe,
I wished them both “good night!”.
—
When a young lady whose name is White
Said, “I like Wuthering Height”,
And I asked, “do you mean Heights?”
She took off her tights
And said, “lets not discuss literature tonight!”.
