There was an old lady of Penge
Who advertised her garden rockery as Stonehenge.
Many rich Americans came there
And one known as Claire
Purchased that rockery and all of Penge!
There Was an Old Lady of Penge
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All Men Fall
All men fall
But some men
Deny it is so.
But could one go
Into the mind
Of all men
One would find
No angels here below.
I have seen Heaven and Hell
And I know well
That the path to both
Oft runs parallel.
On an Autumn Day
On an autumn day
I heard the sound
Of children at play.
My brown
Has gone grey.
Leaves fall
And the ground
Takes all
Our leaves away.
Scattered Leaves
At night
I rhyme
Of scattered leaves
And fleeting time.
As I Pondered on the Approaching Halloween
As I pondered on the approaching Halloween
I spied a black cat eating cream.
When I said, “are you magic?”,
He said, “no, but its tragic!
As I’ve eaten all of your cream!”
Apple
I recall
The fall
Of sweet scented leaves.
And elsewhere,
Her hair, still wet,
In my bedroom,
Smelling of apple perfume.
Sometimes I regret
My fallen leaves.
My Fine Old Bed
When I found a young lady in red
On the floor by my fine old bed,
And I said, “my dear,
How did you get here!”,
She said, “I fell out of your bed!”.
After Tea and Homemade Cake
After tea
And homemade cake,
And the crossword,
We heard,
Sitting in a London garden,
A wild, screeching sound.
“What was that?”, I said.
“A fox with it’s prey”.
Soon the screeching ceased
And our sunny day
Returned to peace.
A quick death
Is best.
And the dead
Read no romanticising poetry
Of death.
Claire and Jane
When a young lady known as Claire
Said, “I’d like to call you sir”.
I said to Miss Jane,
“Its you with the cane!
I think Claire should call you sir!”.
Keith and Lin
I know a young man named Keith
Who is known as a prodigious thief.
His pretty wife Lin
Is full of sin.
But I’m not that fond of Keith …
K Morris - Poet 