This poem first appeared on my blog some years back and is reproduced below in amended form:
Whilst out shopping
I see girl’s shoes
And lose
Myself in a shocking
Thought, of stilettos bought
By young women who,
At night
Bring delight
With loss of shoe
And stocking.
But I have shopping
Still to do!
When a pretty young lady named Miss Lou
Said, “you should take care what you do
As there are young women
To tempt you into sinning,
I said, “yes, I’ll see you at 2 …!”
Leaving the freezing dark
Of the silent park
The house lights
Punctuate my night.
We huddle in houses
With lovers and spouses
While the night
Mocks our temporary light
When a young lady who is exotic
Suggested that we do something very erotic,
I said to her, “Lou,
I would really love to,
But my wife she is very despotic!”.
My shadow goes
In front of me
On a cold
Though sunny December day.
Behind the sunshine
I often see
A cold shadow grow.
But is that me?
When an adventurous young lady named Miss Fay
Invited us all to play in the hay,
The squire’s Beagle
Discovered a needle,
And the squire made hay with Miss Fay!
A much widowed young lady named Lake
Has baked many men in a cake.
She is extremely pretty
And really quite witty,
But I really don’t fancy Lake’s cake …!
A man who is a terrible sinner
Came round to mine for his dinner.
His name being Paul
He ate it all.
As for me? I grew much thinner!
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade.
But the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
On 3 December, I published this poem, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/12/03/i-passed-a-log/. Below is a slightly reworked version of my composition entitled A Fallen Tree:
A fallen tree
Spoke to me
On a
December day.
Once it stood
In ancient wood.
Now I
Pass by
As December grows colder
And I ever older.
K Morris - Poet 