It is by no means unknown
For a middle-aged man to flirt
With a much younger Joan
Who, in her short skirt
And stilettos high
Laughs at the clumsy pass
Of the receeding guy.
Her face in the glass
Is full
Of youthful vigour.
The dull
Tick tock
Of the bedside clock
Does not figure
In her thought, for she is but twenty
And there is plenty
Of time.
I know a young lady called Lou
Who claims to be 22.
But, all the barmen being mean
Say, “you are just 16”,
So refuse to serve that young lady Lou!
A young man who’s name is Wong
Is honest as the day is long.
But, as the days grow short
I think that I ought
To avoid that young man called Wong!
When out on the town last night
I met a young lady called White.
But come the dawn
I felt forlorn
As I missed my wallet and White …
I know a young lady called Heart
Who is obsessed with collecting fine art.
When she showed me her etching
I found it most fetching
And we spent the night talking art …
It is my birthday tomorrow
But I shall celebrate tonight
When there will be delight
With family and friends. And sorrow
On the morrow
For I shall turn 50 on Sunday
And an unaccountable headache, will with me stay
Throughout my birthday.
Though the hair of the dog will remain
To ease my pain …
I know a young lady called Heart
Who is a lover of fine art.
When I showed her my etching
She took to sketching,
But I didn’t think much of her art.
I know a young lady called Kate
Who has enjoyed many a hot date.
My girlfriend Leigh
Likes the number 3
And we are very fond of Kate!
Entering the room
In headscarf
With just a hint of perfume.
Half West
And the rest?
She is familiar with the headscarf.
And the rest
Is a hint of scent
The West
And repent?
I saw a ghost, that was somewhere
Yet not there.
I will deny
That it appeared to me
For, you see
Things of the night
Should stay out of sight
Of polite
Company.
K Morris - Poet 