She kept
Her socks on.
As you would expect,
No one wept.
Then she was gone.
Socks
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“The Further Selected Poems of K Morris” is Now Available
I am delighted to announce that “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris” is now available.
Book Description:
This little book consists of serious and humorous verses. The poems range from those dealing with nature and mortality, through to limericks and other
humorous verses.
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Book Links:
To purchase the paperback edition please follow this link https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08XL7YZ9H (for the UK).
Or to read a sample and/or buy the Kindle edition, please click here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08XPMGD3F/ (for the UK).
To buy on amazon.com please follow these links https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XPMGD3F/ (for the Kindle edition)
And https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XL7YZ9H/ (for the paperback).
If you purchase my Further Selected Poems, do please consider leaving a review.
The Further Selected Poems of K Morris Cover
I just uploaded the files for the Paperback and eBook editions of my ‘The Further Selected Poems of K Morris’. Once the book is available I will, of course, post links to it here. In the meantime, you can see the book cover here.
Caption: The image shows the book cover, which has a picture of a Winter sunset, with several bare trees in a park.
March Author Newsletter
Kevin’s March Author Newsletter:
I am pleased to announce that my March Author Newsletter is available one day early! To read my latest newsletter please click here.
There Once Was a Rather Famous Old PM
There once was a rather famous old PM
Who, on hearing the chimes of Big Ben,
Turned to his Special Adviser,
And said to her, “Liza,
Let us swing from that great pendulum again …”.
Heather
When a young lady who calls herself Heather
Spoke to me of the pleasure of leather.
I said, “on the moor
The stags they do roar.
And young men, they take pleasure in heather”.
There Once Was a Poet Named Hogg
There once was a poet named Hogg
Who owned a rather large old dog.
Oft, as the day grew dark
There would come a sharp bark.
In free verse, from that clever dog.
On a Day of Great Heat
On a day
Of great heat
Hot men pray
That they
Will meet
A girl’s naked feet.
For after the heat
Of the sun
The rain may come.
Hocking
A young lady by the name of Hocking
Engages in behaviour which is really quite shocking.
I still have the shoe
Of that wicked Miss Lou,
And I’ve oft worn those stockings of Hocking …
Art
Moral men condemn
The world’s sin.
And the devil does grin
For he knows the dark
Within their art.
