When a young lady in a hurry
Fell into a hot plate of curry,
A diner from Madras
Raised his wine glass,
And toasted that girl and his curry!
When a Young Lady in a Hurry
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I Always Return
I always return
To the tick tock
Of the clock,
From which I learn
To accept and respect
That I
Will die.
When You First Came
When you first came
Your hair was drenched
From the London rain.
My thirst
I quenched
But first
I dried the rain.
I forget your name
But remember the rain
And your drenched hair
Which I took care
To dry. I
Saw you again.
But forget the name.
Civilisation
A lightning flash
The splash
Of urban rain.
The roar
Of Thor
In London town.
Civilisation goes down
In fire
And rain.
A Young Lady from Crystal Palace
A young lady from Crystal Palace
Is known to me as Alice.
She calls men her honey
And steals all their money.
And now she’s buying a palace!
I Never Go
I never go
To the casino
As cards and dice
Are not my vice …!
I Once Met a Girl with a Lettuce
I once met a girl with a lettuce
Who spoke to me of her peculiar fetish.
Some girls they love whipped cream
But to me it does seem
That you can’t beat a girl’s fetish lettuce!
The Punter
I have checked the clock
And, hearing a car stop
And the rhythm
Of heels coming,
Have thought on time running
Away for she and me.
I have striven
When all alone,
To avoid the winking telephone
And the internet of regret.
But fearful dust
Brings on lust.
Soon Autum Will Come
Soon Autumn will come
And girl’s feet pass
Over leaves and grass.
But the churchyard clock
They will notice not.
Alone in My Bedroom
Alone in my bedroom
As the sunlight falls
On bed and walls.
No scent of perfume
To sweeten my room,
Just the morn
Turning to noon.
We are but sunlight
Taken by night.
K Morris - Poet 