In the depths of the churchyard dark
I met with a vampire named Mark.
When he went for my blood
With my great stake of wood
I ended that vampire in the dark!
In the Depths of the Churchyard Dark
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When a Young Lady Said, with a Curse
When a young lady said, with a curse,
Do stop including me in your risqué verse!”.
I said to her, “dear Lou,
Stop spanking me with your shoe!”,
Which caused that girl to curse even worse!
Lout
When a young man eating a sprout
Went and called me an uncouth lout,
I said to Lou,
“Pass me that shoe!
I’ll give that young man a clout!”
There Once Was a Lonely Young Guy
There once was a lonely young guy
Who said, “I’ll create a female AI!”.
She was extremely pretty
And so very witty,
And she married a girl called Sky!
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed on Access Radio
I was delighted to be interviewed by Access radio about my day job, my life as a visually impaired person and my poetry, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/access-radio-may-15-2024-kevin-morris/
The podcast runs for approximately 60 minutes, of which around 25-30 minutes concerns a discussion of my poetry and the creative process more generally.
If you do listen, I would be interested in your thoughts.
Flow
I know a young lady named Flow.
Her husband he left some time ago.
We laugh and drink
And sometimes I think,
On that strange lump in Flow’s patio …
There Once Was a Young Person of Woking
There once was a young person of Woking
Who had a very bad habit of poking,
Until they poked an old man
Who said, “I’ve got a plan,
To kick you around the town of Woking!”.
Lyme Who Taught His Dog How to Rhyme
There once was a poet named Lyme
Who taught his dog how to rhyme.
In the depths of dark
He would howl and bark
And his dog would recite a rhyme.
Ambiguity
I dreamed a dream of delight
On a warm spring night
And when I awoke
My conscience spoke.
It said, “dreams are not crimes,
But when a poet rhymes
In his art
You see his heart”.
As for me
I must practice ambiguity
In my poetry
Lest my art
Reveal my secret heart.
When I go away
Perchance my verse will stay
And some will upbraid me
For my poor poetry
And the crime
Of ambiguous rhyme …
Seals and High-Heels
A young lady who wore only high-heels
Had a fondness for swimming with seals.
An old vicar called Glass
Said, “we are but grass.
But I’m fond of seals and high-heels!”
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