There was a young lady from Berlin
Who was extremely tall and thin.
She got stuck in a drain
Which caused her great pain
As she was neither out nor in …
There was a young lady from Berlin
Who’s name was Louise or Lin.
I behaved like a fool
Which led to a duel
With her brother who lived in King’s Lynn …
There was a young lady from Berlin
Who never committed a sin.
Having no vice
She went to paradise,
That boring young lady from Berlin …
In the middle of this wood
I should
Be able to forget my care.
Fresh air
Is there
And the sun is high
In the cloudless sky
Yet I …
A plane flies by,
Then another one.
Perfect silence has gone.
For modernity we yearn
Then turn
Away.
When each day
Is full
Of dull
“Opportunities” to try …
I cry
Out for the old.
One can not hold
On to the past
But when the future is vast
Supermarket aisles
(where there are no denials
And one is free
To be
Anything or anyone),
I wonder where meaning has gone.
I linger here
As thoughts drear
Contend with birdsong.
I shall go ere long
Back to the street
Where a myriad feet
Have been,
But have they seen?
The pig does merely eat and drink.
Sometimes I think
That he
Has the advantage over me.
The vicar spoke
And the devil coughed
In the organ loft
And I awoke
There was a young philosopher called Mabel
Who said “this is a virtual table”.
There was a terrible yell
When her good friend nell
Banged her head on that table …
There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore 2 kinds of shoe.
One was red,
Or so Lou said,
As she was colour blind too!
There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore one high-heel shoe.
I happen to know
That the other was low
As I lent Lou my shoe!
There was a young lady called Lou
Who dressed all in blue.
Her dress was short
But I ought
To stop there as Lou may sue!
There was a young lady called Bess
Who spoke to me of progress.
She was extremely petite
And had dainty feet
But her hair was a terrible mess!
There was a young lady called Bess
Who spoke to me of progress.
She had long blonde hair
And during our steamy affair
I wore her little black dress!
Nature is libidinous they say.
Yet on my way
Through the woods today
No nymphs did I spy.
Though perchance
They performed a hidden dance
Amongst the budding tree
But not for me.
The Whig
Was big
On progress. while the Tory Squire
Sat by his fire
And said “let it be
For the ancient tree
Is mainly of good
Wood”.
And what of me
Who all around does see
The venerable tree
Brought low?
I would go
Where the great oaks still grow,
But most of those who should conserve
No longer preserve.
Had I the money, I would withdraw
From the world’s incessant roar
And wait in my gated home
For civilisation to be as Rome.
But no,
Perhaps we can avoid a collapse
And the roar
Will go
On as before.
There was a young parliamentarian called Lear
Who liked to shout “here, here”.
When it came to voting
He could be found out boating,
That nautical young parliamentarian called Lear!
There was a young parliamentarian called Lear
Who liked to shout “here, here”.
When it came to voting time
He composed a rhyme,
That poetical young parliamentarian called Lear!
K Morris - Poet 