There is a young lady named Kipper
Who is famous for using a slipper.
I have heard tell
She does it well.
And the vicar he’s lost his slipper!
Miss Kipper’s Slipper
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5 Degrees
5 degrees.
Wet trees
Drip yesterday’s rain.
The autumn came
Bringing acorns
And precious rain
To woodland lawns.
There Once Was a Man Named Ted
There once was a man named Ted
Who recited Chaucer standing on his head.
But a driver called Gus
Said “not on the bus!”,
So he quoted the great Dickens instead!
On Hearing Birdsong
On hearing birdsong
I am glad
That I am here
To hear
Their sad, glad song.
We die
And our love
Dies with us.
No, it lives on
When we are gone
In those we love.
And the birds
Sing on
With no care
For where
We have gone.
There Was a Young Lady of Bangkok
There was a young lady of Bangkok
Who collected many a fine gentleman’s sock.
Some men lost their shoes
Whilst drunk on strong booze,
But most of them lost a sock.
The Affair that Almost Was
When a young lady named Flair
Said, “would you like an affair?”.
I said, “I’m full of anticipation.
But its busy in Paddington station.
And it might upset the bear!”.
(Anyone familiar with London’s Paddington station will be aware that a statue of Paddington bear stands near to platform 1).
The Importance of Discretion
I met a young lady with petite feet
Who said, “please promise you will be discreet”.
I went back with Grace
To her sweet little place.
She lives at 7, such and such street …
I Met a Young Lady Named Ling
I met a young lady named Ling
And enjoyed a bit of a fling.
All went real well
Then, sad to tell,
Ling suggested I buy her a ring …!
Kevin Morris Poet, new TikTok videos
Today I have recorded the following videos of me reading my new poems.
‘The Owl’ by Kevin Morris
‘Early Autumn Morning’ by Kevin Morris
‘When a young Lady who is divine’ by Kevin Morris
‘I see sunlight’ by Kevin Morris
‘When I die’ by Kevin Morris
Early Autumn Morning
In the early morning
Few birds I heard.
In the distance
Vehicles passed by.
On such autumn mornings
I have no resistance
To thoughts of mortality.
But half dark
Turns to light
And I must
Shake off dust.
But autumn
Must come
And leaves fall.
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