There once was a man of Settle
Who fell into a large boiling kettle.
When they said, “is it hot!”,
He said, “pass me that teapot!
I just can’t settle in this kettle!
There Once Was a Man of Settle
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Category Archives: poetry
Spring
A young woman’s perfume
On a spring afternoon.
We guys vie, try
To impress.
Our grey
On her spring day.
Naughty Miss Brown
When a naughty young lady named Miss Brown
Said, “the judge he will send us down!”,
I said, “what we done
We done it in fun!
And right in the middle of the town …!”
My Stay in a Seedy Old Hotel
Whilst staying in a seedy old hotel
I was accosted by pretty Miss Bell.
It is no crime
To indulge in rhyme
About Miss Bell in a seedy hotel …
Love’s Sting
Sometimes I have seen
The night light gleam
On angels whose wings
Have been clipped
By lustful lips,
Meaning love’s sting
Is not their thing.
Anyone for Tea?
I know a young man named Lot
Who went and bought a chocolate teapot.
I all you good people warn
To avoid the sweet rose’s thorn!
And hot tea in Lot’s chocolate teapot!
Heather Who Spoke of Love and Pleasure
There was a young lady named Heather
Who spoke of love and of pleasure.
That great writer Ken
Took up his pen
And wrote of his pleasure with Heather …!
On Hearing Crows
On hearing crows
Macbeth and death
Fill my mind.
Though death goes
In many clothes.
Still I find
That black crows
Peck my mind.
Something Really Exciting!
When a young lady named Miss Whiting
Said, “lets all do something really exciting!”,
She and Miss Bess
Took off their dress,
And the bishop he dimmed the lighting!
A Yellow Dog
A yellow dog
In yellow sun.
You take delight
In spring sunlight.
Your time
Has come.
My brindle friend
Enjoyed the sun.
All things end.
The wind’s gust
Blows all dust
Under the sun.
(In the above poem, the reference to the yellow dog is to my current guide dog Apollo, whilst “my brindle friend” refers to my former guide dog Trigger, who died in September 2020).
K Morris - Poet 