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!
Shocking!
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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.
The Joys of Sinning
When we met a group of young women
Who spoke of the great joys of sinning,
The good vicar Paul
Talked of the fall,
And the bishop he just couldn’t stop grinning!
The Churchyard Yew
I stood with you
By the churchyard Yew
On Palm Sunday
As children and donkey
Made their way
Past the Yew
And into the church.
It was wonderful to see
The children happy.
But, just on the periphery
Of joy I often see
The Yew, which has survived
So many lives
Waiting for me.
