There was a young lady in heels
Who was fond of swimming with seals.
The men, full of beer
Would stand near and cheer,
As they loved to watch those seals!
Heels and Seals
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There Once Was a Man Named O’Toole
There once was a man named O’Toole
Whose friends all thought him a fool.
One day at dawn
He spied a leprechaun,
Which made him fall off his stool!
When a Forward Young Lady Named Fay
When a forward young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, you are old and gray!”,
I composed a rhyme
About old Father Time
And Fay whose hair will turn gray!
Poltergeist
There once was a very clever poltergeist
Who carried out a daring bank heist.
My late friend Kate
Knew how to levitate,
And was known as the clever poltergeist …!
When a Ghost Travelling in a Carriage
When a ghost travelling in a carriage
Said, “do come with me to Harwich!”,
I said, “you stupid old ghoul!
You must think me a fool!
As your carriage is already in Harwich!”
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My main focus will continue to remain on this blog (kmorrispoet.com), whilst my website (http://www.kevinmorrispoet.co.uk/) is aimed at those who wish to gain a quick overview of my work.
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Slaughter
I once met a man named Slaughter
Who had a most beautiful young daughter.
She said to me, “good sir,
You can admire my blonde hair,
But my father’s name it is Slaughter!”
Ling’s Swing
When a young lady named Ling
Said, “do come round and swing!”,
I went round with Miss Lou
And a pretty vicar called Sue,
But we couldn’t find Ling’s swing …!
Dancing by Moonlight
There was a young lady named White
Who liked to dance nude by moonlight.
And when the sun rose
She’d put on her clothes.
But the men all enjoyed the moonlight!
Fantasies
I have chased the chaste
Through nights of delight,
For we can be free
In our secret fantasy.
In my head
I have said
That which I ought
Not to have thought.
And in my dream
It often does seem
That fantasy
Becomes reality.
And in her head
What thoughts of bed
And fantasy
Has she?
For even the chaste
May, in secret fantasy
Relish the chase
And lover’s embrace.
K Morris - Poet 