Where she to kiss me
I would think my day
Had not run aimlessly away.
Yet she will survive
When Time’s great scythe
Has struck me dumb.
‘Tis fun
To dream of the Fairy queen
But I shall be cold
Long ere she is old
So why dream my little day
Aimlessly away?
In the quiet
Of the dark.
Fantasies run riot.
But, sometimes through art
One glimpses the heart.
Soon you will go abroad.
I am not really bored
But wish for some pleasure
In this bleak autumn weather.
You make me smile
With your feminine wiles.
But, when you are abroad
I will not be bored.
In the cold air
A bird did sing.
I have my care.
But I heard a blackbird
Trill in the chill air,
Which took away my care.
She in need of rent.
He calculates his money spent
On the dance without romance.
But still he pays
In so many ways,
And finds a kind
Of content in the charms
Of a girl’s reluctant arms.
And calculates his money spent.
While she pays her rent.
On hearing the bells chime
I think on time.
Although there is no
Clock in the church tower
To measure my brief hour.
A sweet caress.
A girl’s undress.
But a ring?
To be tied
By tight string?
I have tried
That thing
And felt
The scorpion’s
Sharp sting.
So broke
The rope
That ties
And ended
All lies.
Safe in my place
I hear foxes bark
In the autumn dark.
In this semi-urban space
The foxes laugh and say
All this will pass away.
We take delight
In friendship
And love.
Then comes the night.
There once was a very wise old rooster
Who decided to go for his Covid booster.
, But when he got there
A young nurse named Claire
Said, “this booster is not meant for you rooster!”
(I went for my Covid booster yesterday and, strange to say, not a rooster was in sight.
To be serious for a moment, if you are eligible for a booster, and have not yet had it, I would urge you to do so. The vaccine is helping to keep us all safe. Yes it doesn’t offer absolute protection, but we are now in a much better position than we where prior to the introduction of Covid vaccines).
K Morris - Poet 