When a wicked young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her shoe,
And she said to Miss Jane,
“Pass me that big cane!”,
I begged Lou for more shoe!
Lou and Her Shoe
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Category Archives: poetry
Working Girls
Some come in wintertime
And bring delight
To an empty night.
Others in summertime
Fall with legs bare
In sultry air.
First timers are shy
And frequently do maintain
“I won’t do that again!”.
While guys inwardly sigh
And under their breath say,
“You will for pay”.
Kisses, laced with wine
Are sometimes divine
For good strong drink
Wards off think.
And a painted smile
Stays for a while.
My Dog (Still young)
My dog (still young)
Enjoys these fallen leaves
Flung across pavements
By Winter’s breeze,
Where they lie
As he and I
Pass by
On a December day.
I Once Met a Very Old Horse
I once saw a very old horse
With his clubs on the golf course.
When I said “good day”,
He said to me, “nay!”,
That rude and most cantankerous old horse!
She Bought Shoes
The cash machine.
The gleam
In her eye
As she
Followed him home.
Chanting of shoes.
Later, alone
At home
He considered ”choose”.
She bought shoes.
And when they are gone
The profession will live on.
Round
When a young man named Round
Said, “do say something really profound”,
I said, “men are dust
And full of much lust.
And yours is the next round!”.
I Can Try
I can try
To immortalise my clock
In a rhyme.
And, when I stop
My rhyme
May still engage
On fading page,
Though I
Shall know it not.
The Christmas Goose
There once was a very clever goose
Who, at Christmas decided to break loose.
As he flew from the farmyard
He said, “this life is hard,
As the farmer he has no goose!”.
Happy Christmas
At this time of year, I am reminded of Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Oxen” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83cHvz5u39s
Hardy recollects “elders” talking about the oxen kneeling on Christmas Eve to worship Christ. He then goes on to say that few would now believe such things, but ends by saying that where he to be asked to go and see the animals kneeling he would go “hoping it might be so”.
As an agnostic (or, perhaps a cowardly atheist), I share Hardy’s view. I to would go to see the oxen kneel “hoping it might be so.”
A very happy Christmas to all of my readers. May your Christmas be full of warmth and happiness.
Kevin
My Fling with Ling
I once had a very quick fling
With a young lady named Miss Ling.
Her friend Miss Bland
Lost a new hairband,
And me and Ling broke a bedspring!
K Morris - Poet 