When men
Reach the stars
And girls lose their bras
At the click of a mouse.
And men
Can be
Whatever they wish to be
In the virtual house,
I wonder will we
Be happy
Or free.
When Men Reach The Stars
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They Say That 2 Is Company
They say
That 2 is company
While 3
Is a crowd.
A few are loud
And will with honesty proclaim
(Without fear of shame)
That they
Like 3.
But I beg thee
Do not ask me
To explain
For I may
Lie, or simply not say . . .
A Young Man Whose Name is Grub
A young man whose name is Grub
Has invited me along to his club,
Which is full of beautiful women,
Who are in to hot sinning,
Well, that’s what I’m told by Grub . . .
—
A young man whose name is Grub
Has invited me along to his club,
Which is full of beautiful women,
Who are in to hot sinning,
But I’d rather go down the pub!
Saturday Morning Humour
I know a young lady named Pam.
We met on Instagram.
She lives in my city
And is often witty,
And her dress ’tis made of ham!
—
My friend whose name is Hogg
Owns a very large dog.
When I hear a bark
In the depths of the dark
I throw my clog at Hogg!.
—
I met a young lady named White
With whom I spent the night.
‘Twas on an express train
From London to Dunblane.
And she drives that train each night!.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Brock
When a young lady whose name is Brock
Wore a very short frock,
A vicar named Mike
Fell off his bike,
Which gave that poor young lady a shock!
—
When a young lady whose name is Brock
Wore a very short frock,
A vicar called Mike
Fell off his bike
At the shock of that very short frock
tottering on stilettos
Tottering on stilettos
Girls from ghettos
(And a few middle-class
Girls too) pass
Through lonely doors, and sing a song
That will be around so long
As mankind
Requires? desires?
More than food for his mind.
Did cavemen win
Young women to sin
With fine polished stone?
I own
I do not know
Though I suspect it was so.
And still girls go
Through lonely doors
And are labelled, hoars
A Transhumanist Heard A Clock Tick
A Transhumanist heard a clock tick
And said “time I shall lick”.
And the clock said, “progress,
Regress, progress, regress”,
As the hands did trace
The clock’s round face
From beginning to beginning,
Forever spinning:
“Progress, regress, progress, regress . . .”.
And the Transhumanist said,
Nought, for he was long since dead.
Last Night My Friend Miss White
Last night my friend Miss White
Said “’tis such sweet delight
To be with you,
Believe me its true,
But my boyfriend he likes to fight!”.
When A Socialist Named Lee
When a Socialist named Lee
Said “I believe in equality!”,
A Conservative called Dave
Said, “only in the grave
Will you find equality!”.
Poet Kevin Morris is now on Instagram
I am pleased to announce that I am now on Instagram. To visit me on Instagram please click here. My thanks to Shanelle for taking the pictures.
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