When a young lady named White,
Who was standing under a red light
Said to me,
“Love isn’t free!”.
I wished miss White good night!
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I Can Not Command the Wind
I can not command
The free
Wind,
For he
Does not understand
This social distance
Thing.
And I have no resistance
To the wind.
Furlow
During the time
Of Corona, girls unseen
May fulfill a lonely man’s dream.
While poets smile
And spend their time
Composing rhyme.
“An Englishman’s home is his castle”
Neighbours say.
And, wishing to avoid hassle
They look the other way
As girls (ineligible for furlow)
Come and go.
And time
Hangs heavy on the poet’s hands.
Therefore, he composes rhyme
About a crossed line,
And resistance
To social distance
A Useful Post on Making Websites Accessible
As a visually impaired blogger, (I am registered blind and a user of screen reading software called Job Access with Speech or JAWS), I am keenly aware of the importance of web accessibility, although my site does, doubtless have room for improvement.
You can find a useful post on web accessibility at the link below:
https://wordpress.com/blog/2020/05/21/global-accessibility-awareness-day/.
When a Young Lady Said, “Your Poems Give Me Neuralgia”
When a young lady said, “your poems give me neuralgia
As I am not at all fond of their nostalgia”.
I jumped in the bath
Which caused her to laugh.
And completely cured her neuralgia!
Ann
When a young lady whose name is Ann
Called me a very wicked man,
And I said, “should I desist?”,
She said, “no, please do persist,
As I like it here in this van!”.
A Benefactor to Young Women
An elderly gentleman of this great nation
Being concerned to preserve his fine reputation,
Has gifted his money to young women.
Which has left all the lawyers grinning.
And the women, are of spotless reputation!
There Are No Gods
There are no gods.
Men are but sods
In the end
My friend.
Yet we strive
To stay alive.
And some pretend
That there are gods.
But we are sods
In the end
My friend.
Though, the poet’s work may survive
Long after his eyes
Have closed.
And, who knows,
Perchance he may find, at his end
That we are more than mere
Sods.
Yet I fear
That there are no gods.
And we are but sods
In the end
My friend.
The Good Communist
There once was a Communist named Lina
Who said, “I’m equal with my cleaner.
I condemn exploitation
In every nation.
But I really do need my cleaner!”.
Young Women and Whisky
When a young lady most frisky
Offered me some very good whisky,
I said, “lets get off this rock face
And go back to my place,
As on this cliff its far to risky!”.
K Morris - Poet 