I met a young lady named Ling
And enjoyed a bit of a fling.
All went real well
Then, sad to tell,
Ling suggested I buy her a ring …!
I Met a Young Lady Named Ling
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Kevin Morris Poet, new TikTok videos
Today I have recorded the following videos of me reading my new poems.
‘The Owl’ by Kevin Morris
‘Early Autumn Morning’ by Kevin Morris
‘When a young Lady who is divine’ by Kevin Morris
‘I see sunlight’ by Kevin Morris
‘When I die’ by Kevin Morris
Early Autumn Morning
In the early morning
Few birds I heard.
In the distance
Vehicles passed by.
On such autumn mornings
I have no resistance
To thoughts of mortality.
But half dark
Turns to light
And I must
Shake off dust.
But autumn
Must come
And leaves fall.
When a Young Lady Who is Divine
When a young lady who is divine
Came round to mine with some wine,
It ended in the lake
With a large cream cake,
And the vicar at just gone 9 …!
A Small Island in a Great Sea
A small island in a great sea.
Once, half the world was painted red
And we engaged in slavery.
It is so often said
That the British Empire did no good.
Yet, (having abolished slavery), we patrolled seas
Stopping those who still engaged
In the cruel slave trade.
As I stood
In this remnant
Of the Great
North Wood
I thought on those who hate
This country.
Now our former colonies are free
To have their own mess
(Or progress.
And we
Have the cold sea
And what we
Call progress.
I See Sunlight
I see sunlight
On my bed.
Perchance we dance
In fleeting light
Then vanish
Into night.
When I Die
I wonder, when I die,
If it be in dream,
Will it seem
That I lie
Abed,
In perpetual dream?
I
Must take care
That my head
Is empty of all nightmare,
Lest, when I am dead
I, forever, dream.
A New Autumn (Working Title)
Soon the autumn moon
Will come
And autumn’s milder face
Will replace
The boiling summer sun.
Yet the poet sees
Autumn’s Fallen leaves
Broiled by summer’s sun
Long ‘Ere autumn
Is due to come.
When I Found Naughty Miss Mabel
When I found naughty Miss Mabel
Making love on my dining table,
I said to Ted,
“What about my bed?”,
He said, “I prefer Miss Mabel …!”
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