I met an aristocratic young lady named Dolly
Who said, “I’ll show you my old folly”.
On nearing that place,
We found Miss Grace.
But she refused to explore that old folly.
Miss Dolly’s Folly
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When A Middle Class Lass
When a middle class lass
Met a collector of brass.
They discussed Furlough
And how far
Some young women will go.
And the failings of radar
Art and Sin
He sees the mind behind
Those stilettos,
And her so short clothes.
There is bliss
In her kiss
For him.
Seeing her heart
He ponders on art.
And what is sin.
A Girl’s Innocence
A girl’s innocence so oft attracts.
Her guilelessness
Does distract.
But, if she does, finally, undress.
Oft, ‘tis over, More or less.
Footprints in the Snow
As I go
I make footprints in the snow.
The red postbox continues to stand,
A symbol of a vanishing land.
Footprints will go,
Covered by snow
And this dear England of mine,
Is it all in my mind?
On A Chilly Winter’s Evening
On a chilly winter’s night
The song of a bird
I heard
As he sang to me
From a churchyard tree.
Such delight,
And poignancy.
But that was in me.
Stopped
My clock has stopped.
It’s chime
Has ceased.
One day, eternal peace
Shal be forever, mine
And thine.
Red Lights
Day and night
The red light
Does seductively glow,
And men go
In search of love, And lust.
One may find, for a while,
Solace in a girl’s painted smile.
Though some see dust
Behind their lover’s eyes.
But few are wise.
Silver Fox
An elderly gentleman named Mr Box
Is known as the silver fox.
Whilst the young women say
My hair it is grey.
But I’m not rich like Box …
Sword-Play
A girl from Morocco
Of 20 or so.
A reward
For sword-play.
Then she is away.
Though not to Morocco
K Morris - Poet 