On a spring day
Girls in short dresses
Progress by.
Old men sigh
Finding their mind
Turn to past progress
And the truth
That youth
Is fleeting as flowers.
Lost Youth
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Humorous Verse
I have always enjoyed humorous verse. As a child I derived great pleasure from Edward Lear’s “The Owl and The Pussycat” and other similar verses. Then when I began to first write poetry, besides my serious work, I also penned (and continue to compose) humorous poems, 2 of which can be found below.
When a young man named Gus
Quoted Thomas Malthus on the bus,
A few fell asleep
While others did weep,
But the driver he didn’t fuss!
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When a close friend of my girlfriend
Invited us to spend a dirty weekend,
We entered the deep wood
And fell in the mud,
But lets return to our dirty weekend!
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In 2023 I published a selection of my humorous verses, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend”, which is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here, My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses – Kindle edition by Morris, K, Morris, K . Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com..
Daisy Chains
I saw daisies in spring grass
And thought of the past
When I first made my chains
Unaware of coming care.
Our acts forge a chain
For good or bad.
When I was a lad
I took daisies freely
Innocent of what would come to be.
I have picked so many spring flowers.
And I have learned
That youthful hours
Can never return
And the chain I made
May grow heavier with age.
The Beauty of Dawn
There was a young lady named Dawn
Who danced nude on the vicarage lawn.
The vicar’s wife Hocking
Found it most shocking
And the vicar he studied Dawn’s form.
In Our Youth
In our youth
We search for fairies.
Then when we reach maturity
We see the truth.
There are no fairies
Or white knights
To ride to our rescue.
There is love and lust
And the Reaper
Who sweeps.
An Old Tree in Whitehall
An old tree, so stately and tall
Stands in Whitehall.
Officials have talked as they walked by
Of the law
And, gazing at the sky forecast rain
And coming war.
Bombs have fallen from the sky.
And empire’s fire has died.
But this fine old tree survives.
And now I pass by
My heart humbled by this tree.
The Kindly Postman
When a young lady wearing just socks
Jumped out of a red pillar box
A postie named Dan
Being a kindly man
Bought her frocks from the local shops.
The Rain Had Come and Gone
The rain had come and gone.
Yet still raindrops fell
From branches laden down with rain.
Then, the mower came
To cut grass as I passed
Along the churchyard path
Where the old trees grow
And the dead sleep below.
Neither these trees nor the dead
Will know that I passed
Along this well worn churchyard path
As the mower cut grass
Heedless of rain.
Gale and the Whale
There once was a girl named Gale
Who got swallowed by a large whale.
But her heels being sharp
He said, “for my part,
I wish I had swallowed a snail!”
Friendship
I saw hyacinths at my friend’s door.
Such sweet scent, but too soon spent.
Now I enter at his door
Though the flowers bloom no more.
But our friendship lives on
Though the hyacinths are gone.
All flowers must wither and die
But friendship may survive
Until the body dies
And we become as one
With sweet flowers long gone.
K Morris - Poet 