A young woman wearing bright pink high-heels
Went in to swim with the seals.
Being drunk on strong booze
She lost both her shoes.
Or so I’m told by those seals!
A Young Woman Wearing Bright Pink High-Heels
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When A Beautiful But Dissolute Young Lady Named Ria
When a beautiful but dissolute young lady named Ria
Came round to mine and drank lots of beer,
A kindly old monk
Said, “you are drunk.
Let me help you to bed, young Miss Ria”.
A Poem from “Dalliance”
The mirror sees it all
The writings on the wall
To the girl he calls
She turns to him and falls
Gazing in the glass
She sees the truth at last
Hides it with a laugh
Would that she could break the glass.
“Mirror” can be found in my collection of poetry and prose “Dalliance”, which can be accessed here, https://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/
Practiced Feet
Practiced feet
Upon his stair.
Repeat, repeat,
She wasn’t there.
How many feet ascend
His stair?
Pretend, pretend
They where not there.
‘Tis easy to count
The number of stairs.
But he’s long since lost count
Of the Flairs and the Claires.
When A Young Lady Dressed In Clear Plastic
When a young lady dressed in clear plastic
Said, “my morals they are really very elastic”.
I said, “its true
That mine stretch too.
And you are hot in that clear plastic!”.
Sin
On my way home alone,
At night,
In the rain,
I met 2 young women.
Oh The delight
Of sin.
But only rain
Fell that night.
When A Young Man On A Bar Stool
When a young man on a bar stool
Said, “you are a stupid old fool!”.
I said, “my good sir
You should take great care,
Lest you fall off that bar stool!”.
When a Daring Young Lady Named Ria
When a daring young lady named Ria
Decided to swing from my old chandelier,
The good Bishop Paul
Feared she would fall.
But she fell long ago, did Ria.
Terse
A young man driving a hearse
Said, “my verse is very terse”.
There Was a Young Lady Named Yvette
There was a young lady named Yvette
Who caused many rich gentlemen to forget
Their duty and sense,
Which led to expense.
And a contented and very wealthy Yvette.
K Morris - Poet 