There once was a turkey called Paul
Who, not liking Christmas at all
Escaped one snowy Christmas eve
With a fox called Steve.
The rest I fail to recall.
There Once Was A Turkey Called Paul
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Miss Hubble
When a beautiful young lady named Hubble
Said, “please, join me in my bubble”.
I jumped into her bath,
Which made Miss Hubble laugh.
And my wife she caused big trouble!
Honey and Her Money
A young lady who calls herself Miss Honey
Has a bank account full of money.
She advertises on the internet
With a girl named Yvette.
Aint it funny they have all that money …
Whilst Walking Along A Mean Urban Street
Whilst walking along a mean urban street
I met a girl with petite feet.
She was far from witty,
But was really quite pretty.
And she walks that mean urban street …
Open Window
We both drank tea.
She smoked a cigarette
At my open window.
Pleasure tinged with regret.
Smoking is not my vice.
Thrice I have seen.
I know
A poem maybe
A window
Into a man’s soul.
With Sincere Apologies To Edward Lear
The owl and the pussycat went to sea, in a leaky, cardboard boat.
They had lost all their money
To a girl called Honey
Along with a £5 note.
The owl looked up to the stars above
And sang to a small guitar
“Oh beautiful pussy, oh pussy my love
I wonder where we are?
We are? We are?
I wonder where we are?”
With a sorrowful sigh
The pussy made reply:
“Owl,
You are a stupid old fowl!
Make no mistake
We
Are not at sea
But on a lake!
Oh what a stupid old fowl you are
You are
You are!
Oh what a stupid old fowl you are!”.
So they sailed away
For a year and a day
To the land where the bong tree grows.
And there in a wood
A stoned student stood
Blowing smoke from the end of his nose
His nose
His nose.
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When I Said to Pretty Miss Ling
When I said to pretty Miss Ling,
“Passion, it is a very strange thing!”.
The vicar raised his old eyebrows
As she took off her blouse.
While the bishop spoke of the spring.
When A Young Lady Soaking in My Bathtub
When a young lady soaking in my bathtub
Said, “I want to go down the pub”.
I said, “my dear Rose
First, put on some clothes!”.
But Miss Rose, she has never been good …
—
When a young lady soaking in my bathtub
Said, “I want to go down the club”.
I said, “my dear Rose
First, put on some clothes!”.
She said, “but Kevin, it’s a strip club!”.
Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, on Thursday 17 December 2020
On Monday 14th December, I was privileged to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer for Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series. The interview took place over Zoom, and was broadcast earlier this evening.
My interview takes place approximately 12 minutes into the podcast and lasts for around 10 minutes.
I listened to the show using Google Chrome, so can verify that this browser works.
Please note, there is a minute or so of dead air at the start of the podcast, prior to the show beginning.
To listen to the podcast of my interview please visit this link, http://www.coopradio.org/station/archives/1707
My Mistress
My pretty young mistress named Alice
Resides in the great Crystal Palace.
The bishop’s wife Claire
Has a cold stare.
And her daughter’s name is Alice.
K Morris - Poet 