There was a young man named Neil
Who borrowed his girlfriend’s high heel.
It suited him so well
That a journalist called Nell
Wrote a story about Neil’s high heel …
There Was A Young Man Named Neil
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There Was A Young Man Named Howl
There was a young man named Howl
Who kept a pet barn owl.
When the bird hooted at night
It gave him a fright
And he called it a name most foul!
Coop
One day the owl will swoop
And I shall be gone
From the coop
Leaving a few fragments of verse.
It is my
Curse
On hearing the owl’s cry
To think on when I
Shall die
Young Women
In short frocks
And with feet bare
They have no care
For clocks
That whir.
Skim Reading Is The New Normal
My thanks to my friend, Brien for drawing the below article to my attention.
“We need to cultivate a new kind of brain: a “bi-literate” reading brain capable of the deepest forms of thought in either digital or traditional mediums. A great deal hangs on it: the ability of citizens in a vibrant democracy to try on other perspectives and discern truth; the capacity of our children and grandchildren to appreciate and create beauty; and the ability in ourselves to go beyond our present glut of information to reach the knowledge and wisdom necessary to sustain a good society”.
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/aug/25/skim-reading-new-normal-maryanne-wolf
There Was A Young Lady Called Bland
There was a young lady called Bland
Who wanted a one night stand.
I said “that’s all right”,
So she stood there all night.
That strange young lady called Bland!
There was a young lady called Bland
Who wanted a one night stand.
A holy man named Paul
Said “all men fall.
Your wish is my command!”.
My guest post on Cyranny’s Cove
My thanks to Cyranny, of Cyranny’s Cove for hosting me on her blog, https://wp.me/p6RxSt-bU1
Parsimonious
The parsimonious man can
Save a good deal of money,
But he rarely gains a honey
Unless she be
As parsimonious as he!
(https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/29/parsimonious/).
Composed More Or Less In Realtime While Sitting In A Liverpool Garden
My poem, “Composed More Or Less In Realtime While Sitting In A Liverpool Garden”, was written while sitting in my mum’s garden in the city of Liverpool.
The poem is a stream of consciousness piece and is one of very few written by me.
To read the poem please follow this link, https://newauthoronline.com/2016/05/30/composed-more-or-less-in-realtime-while-sitting-in-a-garden/
There Was A Young Man Called Daniel
There was a young man called Daniel
Who in looks resembled his spaniel.
A young lady walking by
Said, with a sigh
“I have fallen in love with your spaniel!”.
There was a young man called Daniel
Who rather resembled his spaniel.
A young lady named Kate
Just couldn’t wait
To walk that spaniel belonging to Daniel!
K Morris - Poet 