A boy who attended my old school
Once claimed to have seen a ghoul!
That place wasn’t Eton
So he wasn’t beaten.
But the headmaster called him a fool!
The School Ghoul
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Spring Grass
The scent of spring grass
Enters through the window
As I lie in my hospital bed.
This day will surely pass
And I will go
Where the mower turns grass to hay.
I relish this spring day
And will walk in sun
As the mower goes to and thro
Until my rhyme is done.
Sprouts
When a young lady known as Lee
Went and threw a sprout at me,
I said, “you are so pretty
And I’ve heard you are witty.
But why are you wasting your tea!”
The Fountain
I wish the fountain’s hypnotic rhythm
Would never cease
for I am, momentarily, at peace
Listening to the splash
Of water flowing fast.
I have striven
For pleasure, and filled my leisure
With pretty flowers
Picked by many men
For a few brief hours
And then by me.
But pleasure lies in poetry
And the gentle sound
Of the fountain as she speaks to me
Is far more profound
Than wasted hours, spent amidst these painted flowers
Of whose scent
I often repent.
Lee Who Kept a Large Pet Bee
There was a young man named Lee
Who kept a very large pet bee.
When they said “does it sting?”,
He said, “only in the spring!”,
As he tenderly rubbed his right knee!
Yeats’s Falcon
Will Yeats’s falcon stay?
Or will he fly away
Leaving mankind behind
As our sun goes down
And civilisation is drowned
In endless night?
I think he may
Have long since taken flight.
Busts
A young man on seeing a bust
Said, “some men are stirred to lust
By girls in short dresses
And their sweet soft caresses.
Miss, how much for Napoleon’s fine bust?”
Too Much Booze!
When a young lady drunk on booze
Awoke in the street with no shoes,
She said, “goodness me!
Its long gone 3!
It must be time for more booze!”.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Whole Again
The rain calls to me
To leave my technology.
It says, “you must go
To your hospital window”.
So I obey it’s command
And go and stand
Where the scent and sound
Of rain is profound
And I am whole again.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Miss Bland’s One Night Stand
A young lady whose name is Bland
Is fond of the one night stand.
When she met Mr White
She stood there all night
And the choir they sang to Bland!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
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