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.
Miss Bland’s One Night Stand
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Patients Eat Their Toast
Patients eat their toast.
I have marmalade with mine.
I see no ghosts
And I doubt the divine.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Amy Who Said She Would Never Blame Me!
I am dating a girl named Amy
Who said she would never blame me!
I had an affair with Claire
And a fling with Miss Ling,
And Amy she really did blame me!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Hospital Shadows
In the hospital, shadows come and go
On wards and corridors.
Some return again to sunshine and rain.
While others forever forgo
The delight of sunlight, wind and rain.
And fade on wards.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
When a Brave Young Nurse Named Maude
When a brave young nurse named Maude
Found Death lurking on a hospital ward,
Her and Miss Ling
Grabbed some strong string
And tied him up on that ward!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Naughty Lorna
A naughty young lady named Lorna
Works in a sordid old sauna.
She provides more than massage
At a most reasonable charge,
And the vicar he’s dating Lorna …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
The Strange Pet
There was a young lady of Tibet
Who was known for her strange pet.
She crossed a pyjama
With a Tibetan Llama.
She did it just for a bet!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
In the Hospital Garden, in Early Spring
In early spring,
In the hospital garden
No birds sing.
Or perhaps its me
With my thoughts of mortality
Who fails to hear
When they sing to men.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Art in the Park
When a girl who is fond of art
Took her clothes off in the local park,
Her friend Kate
Painted her portrait,
And the bishop he lounged in that park …
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Time Passing
My old blue armchair
Is still there
By the wooden bookcase.
In that space
I sat and read
As the antique clock ticked
My day away.
,
Here, no clock ticks
And my need
Is for these antibiotic drips.
But how I miss
My old bookcase
And the ageing armchair where
I read the day away.
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When I return again
To my own private place
The tick tock
Of my old clock
From high on the bookcase
Will teach me humility.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
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