As I climbed my apartment’s old stairs
I met a young lady with pears.
I said to her, “lucy,
Your fruit looks real juicy”.
She said, “and what about my pears?”
As I Climbed My Apartment’s Old Stairs
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Category Archives: musings
When the Ghost of Edgar Alan Poe
When the ghost of Edgar Alan Poe
Appeared to a young lady named Flow,
She said to him, “sir,
My name it is Claire”.
Why she lied I really don’t know!
I Awoke to a Very Loud Knocking
I awoke to a very loud knocking
In bed with the beautiful Miss Hocking.
She said, “I can not pretend
That I don’t have a boyfriend!”.
I said, “is that him knocking Hocking?”
Children Make Waves
Children make waves
In paddling pools.
The present heatwave
Will not stay.
And sceptic fools
Continue their play
While home burns.
Is a Poem a Nothing?
Is a poem a nothing?
We end in a coffin.
No pleasure is found
In the cold ground.
We see what is true
So pursue Lou and Sue.
For no pleasure is found
When we enter cold ground.
We lust to forget
Our pain and regret.
For only dust is found
When we enter cold ground.
My Favourite Room
My favourite room
Is my bedroom.
A quiet place
With a bookcase
Full of books.
And a glass
Where girls look
As they pass
By. And I
Return to books.
10 of the Best Robert Frost Quotations
Robert Frost is one of my favourite poets, so I was pleased to see this post on the site Interesting Literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2022/07/best-robert-frost-quotes/
There Was a Young Man Named Bert
There was a young man named Bert
Who liked to dress in a skirt.
A girl called Lou
Lent him 1 shoe
So he hopped along in that skirt!
We Met in the Wood
We met in the wood
Where the wild flowers bud
And the ageing poet rhymes
Of his long lost springtime.
Buds turn to flowers
On the woodland path.
Our hours are finite
And pass into night.
As I Write
As I write
Church bells tell
Of dust
And night.
This sunlit day
Must pass away
And I must write
Whilst there is light.
K Morris - Poet 