There was a young man called Drew
Who did my poem misconstrue.
He thought that it concerned a dog
That owned a man named Hogg,
But it was all about my shoe!
There Was A Young Man Called Drew
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K Morris reading his poem ‘There are no pockets in a shroud’.
Me reading my poem ‘There are no pockets in a shroud’.
K Morris reads his poem ‘The writers’ pen’
Me reading my poem ‘The writer’s pen’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘The delight of snow’
Me reading my poem ‘The delight of snow’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘The crooked tree’
Me reading my poem ‘The crooked tree’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘This rhyme is out of time’.
Me reading my poem ‘This rhyme is out of time’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Rhodes’
Me reading my poem ‘Rhodes’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Barefoot’.
Me reading my poem ‘Barefoot’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Sandwich Wrapper’.
Me reading my poem ‘Sandwich Wrapper’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Apart’
Me reading my poem ‘Apart’.
