Category Archives: literature

When A Young Lady Named Lyme

When a young lady named Lyme
Said, “would you like a good time?”,
I said, “madam, I am moral
But let us 2 not quarrel,
And do come with me to dine”.

My “Selected Poems” will soon be available in Braille from RNIB

On 23 August 2019, I announced that my “Selected Poems” is available for purchase in the Amazon Kindle store, And soon afterwards my book became available in paperback.

Yesterday (14 November), I received an email from the Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB) informing me that “The Selected Poems of K Morris” will be available in braille in the next couple of weeks. As someone who is registered blind and unable to read print, I am, of course delighted that I will soon own a braille copy of my book, and that other braille users will be able to read my “Selected Poems”.

2 previous collections of mine, (“Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” and “My Old Clock I Wind”) are also available to purchase in both Kindle and braille formats. For “Lost” please visit, and for “my Old Clock” please go to

As a child, I learned to read braille from an early age and still own quite a braille library, ranging from “The New Oxford Book of English Verse” to Poe’s “Tales of Mystery and Imagination”. I am pleased that “My Selected Poems” will soon join my collection of books in braille.

For anyone unfamiliar with braille and who is interested in learning more, you can do so by visiting this link,

Early Thursday Morning Humour

When a young lady named Claire
Said, “follow me up this stair”,
Being up for fun
I began to run,
And enjoyed an extremely tasty eclair!

When a young lady wearing heels
Said, “come and see the seals”,
I followed her along the beach
But, being just out of reach,
Instead I watched the seals.

The Girl with No Name

He met
A girl with no name
Who said, “I am Yvette.
Let us not talk of sorrow
But tomorrow
You may regret”.

So he took his pleasure
With Yvette or Heather,
And there was delight
For him that night
And sorrow
On the morrow.

He will borrow
From the bank, again
To play
With the girl with no name,
Who will not stay,
But she is not to blame.

The girl with no name
Has an ancient profession
Which, out of discretion
I shall not name.
Russian roulette must end in shame,
But she is not to blame.

I Once Had A Beautiful Lover Named Rose

I once had a beautiful lover named Rose
Who refused to expose her toes.
And when I asked her “why?”,
She said, “all flesh must die”,
So I wept for Rose and her toes

A Talented Young Man, Whilst Using Bostik

A talented young man, whilst using bostik
Composed an extremely fine acrostic,
Which went on for ages
And covered 50 large pages,
But the critics response was really caustic!