In flowering May
We little think
On Autumn grey
But our spring
Does not stay.
In Flowering May
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Birds Heard at Eventide
Birds heard at eventide.
Tears in human eyes.
How we anthropomorphise!
Moriah and the Squire
There was a young lady named Moriah
Who desired to burn the old squire.
The helpful vicar Hatch
Passed her a match,
And the squire he divorced young Moriah!
Jig Jig
“Jig jig”,
She said,
Caring not a fig
For another stranger’s bed.
Her name forgot,
The circumstance not.
When I Met a Man at His Mowing
When I met a man at his mowing
And said to him, “how is it going?”,
He said to me, “oh no!
I’ve just cut off my toe!”,
I said, “but how is your mowing going?”
There Once Was a Man of Settle
There once was a man of Settle
Who fell into a large boiling kettle.
When they said, “is it hot!”,
He said, “pass me that teapot!
I just can’t settle in this kettle!
Spring
A young woman’s perfume
On a spring afternoon.
We guys vie, try
To impress.
Our grey
On her spring day.
Naughty Miss Brown
When a naughty young lady named Miss Brown
Said, “the judge he will send us down!”,
I said, “what we done
We done it in fun!
And right in the middle of the town …!”
My Stay in a Seedy Old Hotel
Whilst staying in a seedy old hotel
I was accosted by pretty Miss Bell.
It is no crime
To indulge in rhyme
About Miss Bell in a seedy hotel …
Love’s Sting
Sometimes I have seen
The night light gleam
On angels whose wings
Have been clipped
By lustful lips,
Meaning love’s sting
Is not their thing.
K Morris - Poet 