I see
My shadow go
In front of me,
In the dark.
One day, I shall depart.
But you will find
That I have left behind,
My shadow of art.
I See My Shadow Go
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Friends with Benefits
Beneficial
Or superficial?
Both it may be.
But those of a judicial
Bent
Are, rightly,
Content,
To let it be.
Whilst Chasing After A Rather Large Moth
Whilst chasing after a rather large moth
I caught the Devil in a cloth.
When he said to me,
“You must let me free!”,
I said, “I’ve caught a talking moth!”.
Anticipation
His anticipation
Of dissipation.
Grows, as a video goes
Over old shows.
They enact, as in a dream
The pantomime
Of a good time,
As seen,
On the same, cracked, screen.
When A Young Lady Dressed As A Duck
When a young lady dressed as a duck
Said, look, “you’ve gone and got it stuck!”.
I said to her, “Jane
Why must you complain!,
Just help me get this darned shelf up!”.
Whilst Walking Through A Field of Wheat
whilst walking through a field of wheat
I met a young man named Pete.
He was the farmer’s son
And carried a big gun,
So I quickly stopped trampling his wheat!
Whilst Out On My Estate Shooting Peasant
Whilst out on my estate shooting peasant
I met a young lady most pleasant,
Who said, “why not shoot bird?”,
I said, “have you not heard
That peasant is more pleasant than pheasant!”.
When An Elderly Gentleman Named Sam
When an elderly gentleman named Sam
Dated a young lady named Pam,
And all her girlfriends looked askance,
He asked them to come dance!
That chivalrous old gentleman named Sam!
When A Young Lady Named Lin
When a young lady named Lin
Jumped out from behind my bin,
And I said, “have you been sinning?”,
She just couldn’t stop her grinning.
So I joined Lin behind my bin!
Flat
She arrives, tottering
On heels. Her breasts pressed
Against her too tight dress.
He has been pottering.
And, on hearing the familiar click clack
Opens wide
The door to her
Claire,
(well, its something like that)
Slides in, wearing matching black
Dress and shoes.
They drink booze
And chat.
Then retire
To the place of desire,
Where the curtains flap,
And the booze goes flat.
K Morris - Poet 