I once met Cupid with his Bow
And said, “there’s this gorgeous girl I know.
Her name is Miss Lee.
Please make her love me!”.
So he shot Miss Lee in her toe!
I Once Met Cupid with his Bow
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Lust
I have boldly said
Come to bed
And explored in lust
A stranger’s bust.
Wrapped in the charms
Of warm arms
I have let go.
But I know
That behind all lust
Lurks cold and dust.
Shocking!
I once met a young man named Peter
Who liked to play with his electric meter.
The behaviour of Hocking
Is really quite shocking!
But Hocking is not as shocking as Peter!
Bianca
There was a young lady named Bianca
Who said all people should thank her.
But her conversation was boring
And had them all snoring,
So nobody heard that young lady Bianca!
The Artistic Young Blonde
I know a very artistic young blonde
Of whom I am extremely fond.
She poses in the nude
Which some think real rude,
But she’s artistic, pretty and blonde!
Kevin’s Poetry Podcast
I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series on Tuesday 16 April. My segment, which runs for just over 10 minutes and begins approximately 15 minutes in, can be found here, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-april-18-2024-kevin-morris-sharon-taylor/
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During my interview, I read a mixture of serious and not so serious poems and discussed my work.
The Rake or the Devil
When a wicked old rake known as Toft
Said, “your skin looks so pretty and soft!”,
A young lady named Harden
Said, “I beg your pardon,
Was that you or the devil who coughed!”.
A Young Lady Who is Extremely Clean
A young lady who is extremely clean
Likes to wash in a washing machine.
She dries in a dryer
With a girl named Moriah
And they wash in my washing machine!
Lou Who Fell into a Vat of Glue
I know a young lady named Lou
Who fell into a vat of glue.
Her boyfriend called Rob
Is a terrible snob,
But he’s not as stuck up as Lou!
Passing Through
Last night the wind blew.
Today I remember you
In your heels and skirt
You wore for me.
There was no need for me to flirt
As I knew you would be with me
For an hour or so
And then you would go.
The wind is passionate and free.
You wore those clothes for me
Because you knew that I like heels and skirts.
But there was no need to flirt with you.
You flew to Turkey.
We can both agree
That there was some delight,
And a flight to Turkey
For you.
K Morris - Poet 