I met a young lady known as Miss Mar
Who was speeding along in her brand new car.
She said, “I’ve left the vicar’s house
As I’m being chased by his spouse!”.
I said, “ah! That’s where you left your bra!”
I met a young lady named Yvette
Who asked me to be her pet.
She said, “join Varnish,
Whose wearing a harness”.
I said, “Yvette! We’ve only just met!”
I leave dry leaves behind.
Yet, I find
Leaves still whisper to me
Of my mortality.
Often they sound the same as rain.
I will return again
For they are part of my heart.
And poetry may live on
When I am gone.
While the rain will remain
I once met a sad old vampire
Who said, “I have lost all desire
To drink men’s blood”.
I said, “that’s good!”.
But I still didn’t trust that vampire!”
I find
Fantasies run riot
In my unquiet mind.
Sometimes in my dreams
It seems
That dark fantasy
Is reality.
But in unending dream
My fantasy
Will be clay.
When I took my Labrador for a walk
We engaged in a jolly good old talk.
I said to him, “Apollo!
Your stomach is too hollow!”,
He said, “pass me that knife and fork!”
I know a young lady named Grace
Who said, “do take me into space!”.
So we went to the moon.
But it was over too soon.
But that’s often the way with Grace …!
When a young lady in a rush
Said, “lets get amorous in this bush”,
It sounded quite jolly.
But o! what folly!
As that bush was a holly bush!
Crows core on a cold day.
My hair is long since grey.
These autumn leaves
Will not stay.
K Morris - Poet 