Waking up next to a girl, with perfect hair
And skin,
I know that I am
A lucky man
But I swear
That I know not where
We met, nor how she got in!
Waking Up Next To A Girl
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Category Archives: poetry
She Works In A Bar
She works in a bar
Or so she pretends
To family and friends.
She says she’s saving for a car.
In the meantime she takes public transport.
Her fare
Is paid when she gets there.
Ought those near
And dear
To her to guess?
Why so for the short dress
And stilettos
Are stowed, discreet
Until they meet.
No ghettos
Has she known.
‘Twas a loan
She struggled to repay
That led her to say
“I have a job in a bar
Where I will often need to work late”.
When the loan is cleared, she will save for that car
But, in the meantime she goes far
On public transport, to meet her latest date.
When A Young Lady Named Honey
When a young lady named Honey
Dated me for my money
There grew a rumour
That she had a sense of humour
As I hadn’t any money!
Lee
There was a young man named Lee
Who said, “I want to speak about me”!
As he spoke at great length
I thought, Ggod give me strength”,
But God did not agree!
—
There was a young man named Lee
Who said, “I want to speak about me”!
As he spoke at great length
I gathered all my strength
And jumped into the raging sea!
—
When a young man by the name of Lee
Said, “I want to speak about me”!
I beat upon my chest
And said, “Sir, you jest”!
But he did not agree!
There Was A Young Man Of Turkey
There was a young man of Turkey
Who’s finances where very murky!
He spent all his money
On a girl called Honey,
Who’s profession was extremely murky!
There Was A Young Lady Of Turkey
There was a young lady of Turkey
Who’s lifestyle was somewhat quirky.
She drank 10 pints of beer,
But felt not at all queer.
In fact she felt quite perky!
Of Beds And Such
What is a double bed?
A place where the dread
Of what comes after this brief life
Is momentarily lost in the arms of mistress or wife.
What is a double bed?
A place where the lone head sleeps
And sometimes weeps.
What is a double bed?
A place of joy and pain,
Where we return again and again
Until we are slain
By the final sleep.
—
(“What Is A Double Bed?” can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” by K Morris”, which is available here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG/).
There Was A Young Man Named Glyn
There was a young man named Glyn
Who, wishing to destroy the establishment from within,
Addressed the Carlton Club
From his bathtub,
But they still wouldn’t let him in!
—
There was a young man named Glyn
Who, wishing to destroy the establishment from within,
Addressed the Carlton Club
From his bathtub
Which delighted the ladies within!
The Hour
She in socks
Stands. His hands
Are done
With fun
And the clocks
Have reached the hour
So they speak
Of the following week.
Why I Hate and Love poetry – Is it the goat in me?
“Why I hate and love poetry – Is it the goat in me?”, is a long but rewarding read, https://sevencircumstances.com/poetry-and-lyrics/why-i-hate-poetry/
