I know a young lady named Moore
Who has a reputation for being pure.
She came round at midnight
With her friend Miss White,
Who’s reputation is as pure as Moore …
Pure Miss Moore
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Category Archives: musings
When Girls Visited Lonely Men
When girls visited lonely men
At the height of lockdown,
Some neighbours did frown
And no doubt say,
“Those men need to pay!”.
But perchance when the dance
Of fun was done
They did indeed pay …
Hairclip
A lost hairclip,
It’s owner unknown
Records a slip
Of hip
Against hip.
A Rake’s Life
After the women go
I so often know
The meaning of zero.
Sometimes there is pleasure
But, when they go
Often I feel zero.
Sometimes I wonder whether
They also know zero.
I avoid
The void
In nights
Of bought delights.
But, when they go
Often I know
The emptiness of zero.
A Wicked Rumour
I know a pretty young perfumer
Who is spreading a wicked rumour,
About me and her,
And gorgeous Miss Claire.
How sad its just a rumour …!
The Rain Came Fast
The rain came fast,
But failed to last.
Our great civilisation came.
And rain will remain.
The Tick Tock of the Clock
The tick tock
Of the clock
Says we must
Turn to dust.
And girl’s heels clip clop
In time with the clock.
And Time’s hands measure
Our pain and pleasure.
Revising my Selected Poems
In 2019 I published my Selected Poems, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. Since 2019 I have composed many other poems, some of which are included in book form, whilst others exist solely on this blog.
I have been thinking for some time about producing a revised and expanded second edition of my Selected Poems. I intend to begin work on this project in the near future.
As part of producing a second edition of my Selected Poems, I would be interested to hear from any of my readers. If you have a poem of mine that you believe should be included do please get in touch either by commenting below, or via email to kmorrispoet@gmail.com.
I can not guarantee to take on board all suggestions, but all comments received will be read, acknowledged and considered.
When a Young Lady Playing at Dice
When a young lady playing at dice
Said, “do join me in my vice!”,
I said, “my dear Rose,
You are wearing no clothes!
Which is distracting me from my dice!”.
If I Won the Lottery
If I won the lottery
No doubt I would find,
At the age of 53,
Young women chasing me,
For my great mind
And my fine poetry.
And I would enjoy the charms
Of many a young woman’s arms.
But, strange to say
When all my pay
Had gone away, they would say,
“We have no interest in thee,
And your poor poetry …!”.
K Morris - Poet 