When I said to a girl named Jean,
“My dear, I’m a complete and utter libertine!”.
She said, “oh my sweet honey
If you have lots of money,
You can be the man in forest green!”.
Jean and the Libertine
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Rain
I have long been a lover of the rain. It refreshes hot dirty streets and reinvigorates the seemingly dead vegetation.
The below poem came to me as I lay in bed listening to the rain drumming on my window pane. It can be found in my “Selected Poems”, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
Janet
When a young lady named Janet
Said, “government should immediately ban it!”.
I said, I know what you mean.
It really is a little obscene.
But wont you just try it, Janet?”.
From My Archives – The Delight of Snow
The churchyard is shrouded in snow.
Trees stand stark against the white.
I know
The delight
Of snow
When I Found a Young Lady Bathing
When I found a young lady bathing
Who said, “sir, I am but faffing”.
And I said “leave my bathtub!”.
She said, “give me a rub”.
And my wife was far from laughing!
When a Young Lady of Great Beauty
When a young lady of great beauty
Said, “sir, it is your bounden duty
To pay my expenses.
There will be recompenses”.
I said, “beauty it rhymes with duty!”.
Light and Shade
A delight
Of sunlight
On the woodland path
Greets me
As I pass
Many an ancient tree.
Where I to go back
Along that self-same track
I would find
In my mind
A place of shades,
Where the sunlight, sometimes, plays.
The World is Going Mad
The world is going mad.
I would
Go to the pub
With friends. But the pub
Is closed
And heaven only knows
When it will reopen.
The world is going mad.
I would choose to lose
Myself in a book,
But one can not shut
Oneself forever, away.
The world is going mad.
I would eat in a cafe
But a takeaway
Is all I can have.
And the BMA say
That diners in restaurants need masks.
The world is going mad.
We are told
That lovers (from a different household)
May not play at home.
Draconian laws, never prevented drawers
From falling down.
The world is going mad.
The pompous frown
And call for yet more unenforceable law.
While the police smile a weary smile,
And dream of real crime.
The world is going mad.
So I will spend my time
In rhyme.
For that is no offense.
But let there be no pretence
That rhyme
Makes the world less mad.
A Poem from “The Selected Poems of K Morris”
Music for a dying
Civilisation followed me along London’s Victoria Street.
Then, lost amidst a myriad hurrying feet,
It’s sighing,
Gradually died away.
As I Ascended the Winding Stair
As I ascended the winding stair
I met with my mistress Claire.
Who said, with a frown,
“Your old wife,Mrs Brown,
Just gave me a terrible glare!”.
K Morris - Poet 