She lost her dress
After food and wine.
She had to confess
That the line
Between an ordinary
And an extraordinary
Date, was …
All kinds of paid
Arrangements are made.
She was
Down on her luck.
And a lonely man
Can easily book
A discreet meet.
Whilst swimming in the great river Nile
I met with a hungry old crocodile.
When he opened his jaws wide
I slipped a big bell inside.
Now he chimes, which makes people smile!
A short rhyme
Of eternal rain
By a poet
Who spent time
In an ancient wood
On a summer’s day.
When a young lady wearing fashionable shoes
Got drunk on some very strong booze,
They said to her, “dear Rose,
May we suggest that some clothes
Would go well with those fashionable shoes!”
One of my earlier poems.
Lucifir came for a potentate bold.
He said “you have had power and wealth untold,
Now you must render me your immortal soul”.
The potentate sighed,
And made reply,
“My soul it died,
you will find nothing inside.
It perished long ago,
And vanished like the summer snow.
Once I had ideals,
and yearned to build utopia in green fields.
I have waded in much blood,
And sacrificed the weak for the common good.
My soul you had long ago.
I take your hand,
Now let us go”.
There once was a rake named Howe
Who liked to dress as a cow.
He tempted young farming women
Into all kinds of sinning.
So the farmers they skinned that cow!
Its all there
If you care
To look online.
Oh, women and wine
Are truly divine!
And the word internet,
It rhymes with regret!
(Note: I am a fan of the work of the poet Dowson, who famously referred to “days of wine and roses” in his fine poem “They Are Not Long”).
A most dissolute young lady named Miss Heart
Said, “we’re going to hell in a handcart!”.
But the road being bumpy
And the Devil’s custard lumpy,
I said, “me and this handcart must part!”
When a pious young lady named Miss Flow
Said, “I hear that your morals are low!”.
I wiped away a tear
And said, “Flow, my dear,
Do you know your standing on my toe!”
When a gorgeous young lady named Sky
Offered me some very hot apple pie,
I said, “yes please”.
But she did tease.
So instead I got some hot Sky!”
K Morris - Poet 