A young lady who is very exotic
Said, “sir, there can be nothing erotic!”.
Then she took off her dress
Which was strange, I must confess.
As her essay was on the despotic!
The Erotic
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Category Archives: musings
Listening to the News
Listening to the news
Of the swift advance
Of Taliban
In Afghanistan.
Birdsong outside
My window
Takes me away
From the cruelty
Of today.
Try Writing Better Poetry
Whilst checking my Twitter notifications this morning, I came across the following gem:
“Recommended For You
Try writing better poems and see how you get on then”.
I am not sure how I should take that …!
Her Feminine Ways
Oh see her feminine ways.
How sweetly she does flirt
To obtain that cute skirt.
And man pays
In diverse ways.
Although, its true
There may be pleasure too.
Punting
Punting.
The thrill
Of hunting
Will
Cause a man to lose
His money and common sense.
Pounds and pence
Are thrown away
On girls who choose
To join the boat
Bound for rocky shore.
Fantasies
Hot fantasies grow cold
With old
Men
Who obsess on them.
And what
Of hot
Fantasies tried?
The pleasure soon dies.
The Land of Lost Content (a Parody)
Below is my parody of Housman’s poem “The Land of Lost Content”. You can find a link to the original public domain poem at the end of my parody.
—
Into my heart an air that thrills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered thrills,
What squires, what housemaids are those?
That is the land of Squire Kent,
I see him with Jane,
The happy housemaid where he went.
I had better not explain!
We Fuss and Rush
We fuss
And rush
Through life.
Perhaps take
A lover,
A husband
Or wife.
We will find time
To weave our rhyme
We say,
For there must
Be another day.
And the dust
Gathers unseen.
The Pretty Ear Lobe
When I found a pretty ear lobe
Protruding from my fine old bedroom wardrobe
I said, “Miss Moore
Are you quite sure
That you are looking for your globe?”.
The Draw
She sprays cheap perfume
In his living room.
Then smokes a cigarette
At his open window.
She must go
(As others have before).
He will feel regret
And say “no more”.
But grubby deals
With girls in heels
Will draw,
As before.
K Morris - Poet 