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.
Libidinous
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Whig And Tory
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.
Civilisation
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
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!
Spink Limericks
There was a young man called Spink
Who drank a bottle of ink.
A doctor named Dave
Did his best to save
That foolish young man called Spink.
There was a young lady called Spink
Who drank a bottle of ink.
When she turned bright blue
And said “I love you”
It made me turn to drink!
Summer Frocks
Summer frocks
Gosamer thin
Caress skin.
The season unlocks
But not for him.
Crank
To be frank
A crank
Is a he
Or she
With whom we
Disaagree …
(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/crank/).
The Sinner’s Confession
I have yearned
And turned
To what I ought
Not.
While hot
I have
Been momentarily glad
To
Go through.
Then
When
‘Tis done
I run
To what is true,
Mistress Nature who
Does not care
Where
I have been
Or who seen.
The Commons Debate
The Commons debate
Matters of weight.
While in spring
Flowers pleasure bring
There Was A Young Man Called Wood
There was a young man called Wood
Who on a river bank stood.
He wept over a maid
Who was both pretty and staid.
He really wished she would …
K Morris - Poet 