The rain fell
In the wood I know well.
I could say it’s sound
Was very profound
And the forest rang with birdsong.
All of this is true.
But I was wet through
And wanted home
And hot tea!
The Rain Fell
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Unreliable Narrator
A young man who works as a waiter
Has a reputation as an unreliable narrator.
He has written a novel
In a rundown old hovel.
But some whisper, he’s only a waiter …!
spectacle
A young lady who wears 1 spectacle
Has a reputation for being very respectable.
I’ve seen her at night
Dancing by the moon’s light,
And she’s only been wearing 1 spectacle …!
Bella’s Complaint
When a young lady named Miss Bella
Went and called me a rude fella,
I said, “my language isn’t crude!
And you madam are most rude!
You are thinking of some other fella!”
There Once Was an Author Named Kafka
There once was an author named Kafka
Whose books are all lacking in laughter.
There can be no denial,
For I have it on file:
His books are all lacking in laughter.
Miss Nicola
A young lady known as Miss Nicola
Invites all the gentlemen to tickle her.
My friend Heather
Dresses in leather
And no gentlemen dares to tickle her …
Threadbare
The scent of cheap perfume
Pervades an overheated room.
She in her mini skirt
And too high heels.
He in t-shirt and jeans.
They play their scenes.
She loses skirt and heels
And feels
The threadbare carpet under her feet.
She wants to sleep …
Sometimes she weeps,
But not in front of them.
He sighs.
His fun is done.
Occasionally he cries,
Though not when they can see.
The same dance
Of no romance
Over and over again
To hide his pain.
She has a child to feed
Or perhaps some other need.
Sometimes he wonders about them.
But they are free
As is he …
To choose …
Lorna and the Sauna
I am dating a young lady named Lorna
Who works in some kind of sauna.
When I say, “what goes on there?”
She refers me to her colleague Claire –
Who refers me back to Miss Lorna …
Role Play
When a dominant young lady named Fay
Said, “lets all indulge in role play!”
And severe Miss Jane
Produced a large cane,
I made my excuses that day …!
Elegy on a Former Neighbour
I passed by
Where you once lived
And remembered how you gazed at the stars
So far away.
It is cold today
But you are lost to frost and sunshine.
You denied the divine
Yet loved the starry sky.
No telescope can see where you are gone.
Yet I think you would agree with me
That we came from stardust
And must go
Beyond where the telescope can see
K Morris - Poet 