A young lady who’s name is White
Wears a dress both short and tight.
When a short-sighted man named Ted
Asked “is it red
She said, “no, but its far too tight!”.
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is White
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My Friend Who is Divine
My friend who is divine
Has invited me round to dine.
The food is good
And I would …
But her boyfriend’s back at nine …
Somewhere of Nowhere
A train going somewhere
Or nowhere
Then back
Along this well-worn track.
Not knowing
Where I am going
On this train that
Travels forward, then back
Along the same old track.
I alight
At night
At this well known station
But I know
That I shall go
Forward and back
Traversing this well-worn track
And I wil,
Without trumpet or thrill
Reach my destination
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Rose
A young lady who’s name is rose
Is fond of touching her toes
But her dress being very short
I think that I ought
To warn that young lady Rose …
Desire
Fire.
Wet.
Desire
As empire’s
Sun will set.
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Decay
On my way
Through the park I smell
Nature’s decay.
In a while
Spring will smile
And all may be well.
Much Has Been Sung
Much has been sung
Of women young
And middle-aged men who knew
Better, yet themselves flung
At the feet
Of maidens far from discreet …
So when I meet
Girls with high-heeled feet
I think with delight
Of the hot night,
Then sigh for that can not be,
For I am growing old you see …
The Wise
“It was a mistake when, in 1962
Jamaica became independent from you”,
She said.
I moved not my head
But sat thinking on the wise
Who tell
And dispel
Lies.
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Moriah
A young lady who’s name is Moriah
Stokes the squire’s fire.
And when the squire’s away
A visit I pay.
But do not tell the squire …
K Morris - Poet 