When a young lady eating strawberries and cream
Went and told me about her weird dream,
I said to her, “Lee,
That seems strange to me!”
As she covered me in strawberries and cream!
Strawberries and Cream
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Miss Bangs’s Fangs
I met a young lady named Bangs
Who showed me her pearly white fangs.
My girlfriend Miss Moriah
Claims she’s a vampire.
But she doesn’t have fangs like Bangs!
Birds and Men
Birds
In early morning
Sing
Of coming spring.
Cats
Have no cruelty
Yet we condemn in them
The cruelty of men
While the birds still sing
Of spring
And my heart responds
To birdsong
My Valentine’s Date
A gorgeous young lady known as Kate
Has invited me on a Valentine’s date.
Her pretty friend Lou
Will join us too.
I wonder, should I invite my mate …
flâneur
When I met a young lady named Flair
Who said, “sir, you are merely a flâneur!”
I said, “I observe the street
And many people I meet.
But Flair, tell me what is a flâneur !”
Andy the Dandy
My friend whose name is Andy
Has a reputation as a dandy.
He thought Miss Mandy hot
And offered her cheap chocolate.
But Mandy she preferred a shandy!
Beyond Birdsong
I awake from sleep
And start my day
With tea.
I feel the life within me
Flowing strong
I will be
Just me
Ere I find sleep
Again.
Sometimes I weep
But the wood
Is full of birdsong.
I will walk there again
For I am half in love
And I do not have long
Ere sleep finally takes me
To beyond birdsong,
Love and sleep
Open Window
I open my window
And listen to bird calls
As rain falls
To the garden below.
This is the timeless time
Of nature’s passing rhyme.
But work calls
And I must go.
Yet the fall
Of the rain
And the bird’s call
Remain
Marr’s Scandolous Memoir
I know a young lady named Marr
Who is writing a most scandalous memoir.
She has just turned 22
And has already been through
Countless ripped dresses and tonight’s torn bra …
Breath
The cold takes my breath.
I kick a branch away
And think of death.
Winter will not stay.
The wind through branches sighs
Then dies away.
And I will lie
As that bough
Lies now
While birds sing
In spring.
K Morris - Poet 