I met a young lady of Munich
Who said, “do you like my see-through tunic?”.
I said to her, “Rose!
You are wearing no clothes!”.
She said, “we dress like that in Munich!”.
See-Through
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Category Archives: literature
In the Depths of the Churchyard Dark
In the depths of the churchyard dark
I met with a vampire named Mark.
When he went for my blood
With my great stake of wood
I ended that vampire in the dark!
When a Young Lady Said, with a Curse
When a young lady said, with a curse,
Do stop including me in your risqué verse!”.
I said to her, “dear Lou,
Stop spanking me with your shoe!”,
Which caused that girl to curse even worse!
Lout
When a young man eating a sprout
Went and called me an uncouth lout,
I said to Lou,
“Pass me that shoe!
I’ll give that young man a clout!”
There Once Was a Lonely Young Guy
There once was a lonely young guy
Who said, “I’ll create a female AI!”.
She was extremely pretty
And so very witty,
And she married a girl called Sky!
The Writer
Once green leaves
Rot. And are forgot.
But great trees
They live on
When we are gone.
And some trees
Make leaves for books.
And some books
They live on
When we are gone.
But a tree
Has no vanity.
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed on Access Radio
I was delighted to be interviewed by Access radio about my day job, my life as a visually impaired person and my poetry, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/access-radio-may-15-2024-kevin-morris/
The podcast runs for approximately 60 minutes, of which around 25-30 minutes concerns a discussion of my poetry and the creative process more generally.
If you do listen, I would be interested in your thoughts.
Flow
I know a young lady named Flow.
Her husband he left some time ago.
We laugh and drink
And sometimes I think,
On that strange lump in Flow’s patio …
There Once Was a Young Person of Woking
There once was a young person of Woking
Who had a very bad habit of poking,
Until they poked an old man
Who said, “I’ve got a plan,
To kick you around the town of Woking!”.
Lyme Who Taught His Dog How to Rhyme
There once was a poet named Lyme
Who taught his dog how to rhyme.
In the depths of dark
He would howl and bark
And his dog would recite a rhyme.
K Morris - Poet 