A young man whose name is Lyme
Can never get his poems to verse.
His girlfriend Lou
Lost a boot,
Whilst composing a rather fine rhyme.
Lyme Who Just Couldn’t Rhyme
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Beauty Queen
Men dream
Of a beauty queen.
A few find romance
In Aphrodite’s dance.
Her bare
Arms
And each pert breast
Possess
Such charms.
But, if she be
Merely beauty,
It preys on his mind,
That behind
That pretty face
Lies a vacant place.
Her perfume is sweet
At night.
But, come morning’s light
Body odours defeat
And fresh perfume
Must fill the room.
Yet he
Is as she
And must
Wash and brush.
I
Know that Lust
Has a short sell by date,.
And both love and lust
End in dust.
Wordplay
A bird
I heard,
Brought peace.
And my wordplay
Did cease,
For today
At least.
Whilst Pottering in My Brand New Back Kitchen
Whilst pottering in my brand new back kitchen
I met a beautiful young lady of Hitchin.
She jumped out of my freezer
And asked me to please her.
So I said, “I greatly admire your stichin!”.
There Once Was A Lady Of Hitchin
There once was a lady of Hitchin
Who’s curtains just wouldn’t stop twitchin.
She was shocked by the sinning
Of the young men and women,
Who she watched, whilst at her stichin!
Are All the Single Young Men and Women
Are all the single
Young men and women
Forgoing the sweet tingle
Of sinning,
And spending their time
In rhyme,
While
We are in lockdown?
I smile
And think
That some may drown
In drink,
Whilst others dream.
But much, you know
Will go
Unseen.
Though the odd neighbour may snitch
On those who scratch an itch …
I Met A Young Lady Named May
I met a young lady named May
Who said, “I regret I can not stay”.
I said, with tears of great sorrow,
“Young woman, each precious moment we borrow.
But, ’tis still April, my dear young May!”.
In Mid April
In mid April
The birds sing
And start
A rill
Of hope in my heart.
Surely this Covid thing
Will pass?
But, for now lad
And lass
Are glad
That birds still sing
In spring.
Meets
Back seat
Car meets.
Or a certain hotel,
That she knows well.
Birds sing
In spring.
At 19,
What does she dream?
When A Young Lady Named Michelle
When a young lady named Michelle
Said, “you should sell, sell sell!”.
And I said, “are you a stockbroker?”,
And she said, “no, I’m a joker”.
I said, “I prefer miss Nell!”.
K Morris - Poet 