There was a young man named Lee
Who kept a very large pet bee.
When they said “does it sting?”,
He said, “only in the spring!”,
As he tenderly rubbed his right knee!
Lee Who Kept a Large Pet Bee
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Yeats’s Falcon
Will Yeats’s falcon stay?
Or will he fly away
Leaving mankind behind
As our sun goes down
And civilisation is drowned
In endless night?
I think he may
Have long since taken flight.
Busts
A young man on seeing a bust
Said, “some men are stirred to lust
By girls in short dresses
And their sweet soft caresses.
Miss, how much for Napoleon’s fine bust?”
Old Father Time Got Stuck in a Rhyme
Old father time
Got caught in a rhyme
And couldn’t get away.
He knew not
What to say or do
As his hands
Got stuck with glue.
My Head is Dead
My head is dead.
After a flash of electricity in my brain
Am I the same?
My head feels dead.
I understand the words said, and can’t explain
Why it feels dead.
My head may not be dead.
I can interpret and explain.
Perhaps my memory is the same,
But my head feels dead.
Midnight Doors
Doors get knocked at midnight
To gentlemen’s delight.
While neighbours gossip, left and right …
Seizure
I felt no cold breath of Death
Nor the Reaper’s skeletal hand.
Yet he greeted me
And I mumbled and tumbled
And found myself on the cold ground
Where all are bound.
Death can command us all.
When he calls man must fall.
He greeted me in jest.
But he will tire of play
And I will find rest
For Death he ends all play.
After the Hospital
After the hospital
I walked in the rain again,
But did not regret the wet,
For the dead
Feel no rain.
I Know a Young Lady of Kampala
I know a young lady of Kampala
Who works in a massage parlour.
Her name it is Sky
And she’s so incredibly shy
And she works in a massage parlour …
Birds Heard on a Hospital Ward
I heard birds in the hospital.
I thought their calls
Came to me through solid walls.
But the doctor said
The birds I heard where recorded sound.
Yet it was profound
For when I am dead
There will be no sound to hear
Of birds or friend’s words.
I cast no shadow on the ward
So will walk in sunshine
While there is time.
K Morris - Poet 