My friend who is so very clever
Knows how to avoid the bad weather.
His name it is Moat
And instead of a coat
That clever young man wears Miss Heather!
My Clever Friend
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When a Young Lady Tramping Through Barley
When a young lady tramping through barley
Said, “do you know old farmer Farley?”
They said, with a glare,
“Claire! Get out of there!
You are trampling old farmer Farley’s barley!”
Guest Writer Spot – @drewdog2060
My thanks to Esther Chilton for publishing my guest post. Please do visit the original post on Esther’s website. Kevin
How’s your week been? I hope you’ve had a good one. My Guest Writer for you this week is Kevin Morris, with a fantastic poem from his new collection, Leaving and Other Poems, which will be available from Amazon in late January/early February 2022. To find out more, click here.
Eternity
Shall I intrude
Into their quietude?
The wind sings
As I,
Alone
Pass by
Gravestone.
Time has stopped,
For those below.
I have the clock
And somewhere to go.
But the wind sings
Softly to me
In the churchyard tree.
When a Housemaid Named Miss Mariah
When a housemaid named Miss Mariah
Said, “I have a burning desire!”
I said to her,
“Go along with Claire
And light the old squire’s fire!”
Caught Up in My Dark Thought
Caught up in my dark thought
I did walk
Through the churchyard without any light.
It was night.
Something ran from dog and man.
I continued alone
Groping for home
My Dear Friend Whose Name is Apollo
My dear friend whose name is Apollo,
Says, “I’ll lead and you will follow!”.
He likes butchers shops
And juicy lamb chops –
As he’s a typical Labrador is apollo!
Writing at Night
A quiet time
To rhyme
At my desk.
Then rest
‘Ere morning’s glow
Does show.
Though no
Man can know.
Alice
As I strolled through the great Crystal Palace
I was accosted by that wicked Miss Alice.
After dancing and wine
We crossed that line –
Now I’m missing both my wallet and Alice …
Claire and Miss Rose
When a young lady named Claire
Suggested we all have an affair,
Her friend Miss Rose
Took off her clothes,
And the commuters they did stare!
The Philosopher
There once was a philosopher of this nation
Who claimed we are living in a simulation.
When a student named Rose
Punched him on the nose
He said, “my pain is a mere simulation!”
K Morris - Poet 