I met a young lady named Malorie
Whose paintings hang in my local gallery.
Whilst admiring her nude
She called me rude,
So I returned to my local gallery …
My Local Gallery
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I Perceive The Dead Leaves
I perceive
The dead
Leaves.
It is said
That civilisations die.
I
Have my
Poetry
And am free
To express
That democracy’s dress
May,
so easily, fray.
The Dead Duck
Yesterday I emailed a friend asking whether he fancied a drink on Friday evening. He replied in the affirmative, and went on to say that “Asha has decapitated the duck!”.
I had visions of my friend’s Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy having run amok in Crystal Palace park and attacked a duck, which was now as dead as Monty Python’s Parrot! “Oh god!”, I thought. Then I remembered having bought Asha a squeaky duck from my local Sainsburys …
The Bachelor
If 2 depart
In skirts and heels
At break of day
What will the neighbours say
Of the bachelor man,
And Claire and Miss Anne …?
Mayfair
A beautiful young lady from London’s Mayfair
Has indulged in many a steamy affair.
Priggish Miss Coral
Calls her immoral,
Which is strange as she’s called Claire!
—
A beautiful young lady of London’s Mayfair
Is known by the name of Flair.
Priggish Miss Coral
Calls her immoral.
And I like to visit London’s Mayfair …
Doubtless We Will Discuss
Doubtless we will discuss
Poetry and lust
Over so-so Wine.
Then, in the morning
We will yawn.
You will depart.
And I will smile
For a while.
No forlorn
Heart of mine
Or thine.
Merely a rhyme
And maybe,
A next time.
In the Dark
In the dark
An urban
Fox’s bark
Pierces my heart.
I maintain
The urbane.
Amongst friends.
But, in the end,
The glass is thin
Betwixt me and him.
Acrostic
Provider of pleasure.
Romance isn’t free.
Oldest profession
Some say.
Time has a price
In your brief arms.
The clock jingles.
Under the sheet
They meet.
Eagerness of him.
Some say sin.
Dalliance By Moonlight
As the moon shone bright last night
I spied 2 young women by moonlight.
I said, “this here bed
Has seen many a head.
But this rope is a little tight …”.
Parks and Karl Marx
There was a young man named Parks
Who quoted the works of Karl Marx
To pretty young women,
Who thought of sinning,
Whilst Parks he thought of Karl Marx!
K Morris - Poet 