There once was a poet who, at Christmastime
Began to compose a rhyme.
He started drinking at ten
And I don’t know when
He will get round to finishing that rhyme …
There Once Was A Poet Who, At Christmastime
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There Was A Young Lady Called Holly
There was a young lady called Holly
Who wrote a rhyme far from jolly.
But when a handsome stranger named Mow
Kissed her under the mistletoe
She composed a rhyme most jolly!
When A Drunken Young Man Called Mow
When a drunken young man named Mow
Kissed a girl under the mistletoe
She squealed with delight
And they married next night.
That hasty young couple I know!
A Well Spoken Young Lady Called Holly
A well spoken young lady called Holly
Is fond of saying “gosh” and “golly”.
She married a man
(His name was Dan).
They met while pruning holly!
Her Heels Remain Sharp
Her heels remain
Sharp
But it gives her pain
That although she does retain
The desire
She no longer has the art
To spark
Fire
In a young man’s heart.
Blank
Perfume lingers
On a sheet
Where cold fingers
Did trace
A girl’s blank
Face.
He said, “thankyou”
As he was wont to do.
Then she was gone
Though her scent lingers
On the sheet
Where cold fingers
Did trace
Her expressionless face.
The Maid
The maid
Once staid
Was paid
So stayed
On Going To Bed Last Night
On going to bed last night
With my wife who’s name is White,
My blonde mistress Claire
Just happened to be there.
You should have seen them fight!
I Heard A Witty Word
I heard
A witty word
And laughed outloud,
Proud
Of mine own skill.
But, when I am still
And hear the bird
That does cut at my heart
All my art
Is rendered absurd
Thankyou and Happy Christmas
I would like to send a heartfelt thankyou to all of my readers for liking, commenting on and buying my work during 2018. I wish you all a very happy and peaceful Christmas.
All the very best to you all
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 