When a young man named Nick
Threatened me with his walking stick,
I said, “do you happen to know
The boxer known as big, bad Jo?”,
At which Nick dropped his stick!
When A Young Man Named Nick
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When The Wife of a Man Named Ed
When the wife of a man named Ed
Found a strange girls shoes under their bed
She said, with a sigh
“I really don’t know why
You must insist on wearing those stilettos, Ed!”.
A Young Lady Whose Name Was Wood
A young lady whose name was Wood
Said, “I shall always be very good,
But, whilst out walking one day
In a field of sweet hay,
She did what she never should!
A Young Lady Whose Name Was Claire
A young lady whose name was Claire
Had beautiful, long brown hair,
But when it did rain
She cried out in pain,
As her hair it turned quite fair!
Autumn has Come To Me
Autumn has come to me.
I see
The fallen tree
As I walk through the wood.
Though many a tree
Remains good,
I think on the fallen one
(Not long gone),
On Brexit,
An exit
And parliamentary democracy.
A Young Lady Named White
A young lady named white
Came round to mine last night.
There she stood in my bedroom
Scented with the sweetest perfume,
As she deftly changed my light!
When A Young Lady Named Lou
When a young lady named Lou
Married an elderly vicar called Drew,
All the bridesmaids got very drunk,
And a rather disreputable old monk,
Waltzed with a girl called Sue!
Rooms at Different Times Produce Diverse Rhymes
Rooms at different times
Produce
Diverse rhymes.
A girl’s perfume
In a darkened room
May seduce
A man into penning a rhyme
About lust.
Do not condemn
Such men
For there will be time
Enough for dust.
When a young lady named Joan
When a young lady named Joan
Said, “please, just leave me alone!”,
And I replied, “whatever you say”,
She wept, “oh, do please stay!”,
She’s a strange young lady is Joan!
The Poets Rest
A publican whose name is Best
Runs a pub called the Poets Rest.
It is full of great débauche
And I think that perhaps I ought,
To stop drinking in the Poets Rest!
A barmaid whose name is Best
Works in the Poets Rest.
It is full of great débauche
So I think that I ought
Not to tell the rest!
K Morris - Poet 