There was a man called Lear
Who composed a limerick most queer.
When I asked him “why?”
He made no reply.
Lear is dead I fear.
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The Lear in the above limerick is, of course Edward Lear, the composer of “The Owl And The Pussycat” and numerous other nonsense verses and limericks, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Lear.
There was a seagull called Mark
Who lived in my local park.
He ate nothing but bread
And was terribly overfed,
That lazy seagull called Mark!
There was a young lady called Georgia
Who worked as a credit card forger.
When she forged the sherif’s credit card
He took it very hard
And imprisoned her in Georgia!
Me reading my poem “Trees”:
From Tuesday 3rd – Saturday 7th of April, my book ‘Samantha‘ will be available for free download on Amazon UK and Amazon US.
‘Samantha’ tells a story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?
From Saturday 7th – Wednesday 11th of April, my book ‘The Suspect and other tales‘ will also be available for free download on Amazon UK and Amazon US.
‘The Suspect and other tales’ contains stories of the unexpected, ranging from tales of crime and vengeance, through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.
My latest collection of poetry, ‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is also available on Amazon and can be found on both Amazon UK and Amazon US.
‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is a collection of 74 new and original poems. It contains both melancholy and more cheerful pieces contrasting the fact that We can enjoy life – but at the same time cannot escape its inevitable end.
We laugh
As we pass
Along life’s path.
There are tears too
It’s true,
For me and you
My friend,
For every year
Must have it’s end.
My previous collection of poetry ‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind’ is also available on Amazon UK as well as Amazon US.
‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind‘ is a collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general.
Kevin
Me reading my poem ‘This snow’.
Me reading my poem ‘Tick Tock’.
There was a young lady called Ria
Whose view of the world was drear.
She lived all alone
In a castle of stone
With nothing to drink but beer!
There was a young man called Guy
Who wrote a poem about I.
It wasn’t very long,
Being more of a song,
And I think that I was Guy!
Who is the “I” refered to in a poem? Frequently (but by no means always) the “I” in question is the poet him/herself. We should not, however make the mistake of assuming that the “I” in a given poem does, necessarily refer to the person who has penned the poem. This issue receives attention here, https://wewritepoetryforum.wordpress.com/2018/03/31/poetic-tidbit-1-personas/.
K Morris - Poet 