When old men
Lust
After young women.
You will find
Dust,
And sinning
On their mind.
Lust
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There Was A Journalist Of No Distinction
There was a journalist of no distinction
Who came from a place called Lincoln.
He wrote about me
And pretty Miss Leigh.
And he found his extinction in Lincoln.
A Lady of Pleasure
I met a lady of pleasure
Whose name was Louise or Heather
I spent much time
In composing this rhyme,
Which delighted that lady of pleasure.
Dead Leaves
On an autumn day
I touched dead
Leaves on a tree.
I walked away.
But those dead,
Leaves did stay
With me.
Rose’s Interview
A young lady named Miss Rose
Is fond of wearing no clothes.
She went for an interview
Wearing no stocking or shoe.
And I’m still interviewing Miss Rose.
You Made Me Happy for a Time
You made me happy for a time.
There was no ring, or some such thing.
But that is no crime.
The world continues to turn
And I, long ago learned
That to keep
to rhyme
Is cheap
The Wind
My open windows.
The wind blows.
The sterile,
Becomes virile.
Autumn Must Come
Autumn must come
Soon. Who will recall
Leaves that fall?
So many men.
Yet there are
Far more fallen leaves,
Than there are men.
The Lady and her Skunk
A young lady scented with sweet perfume
Decided her favourite pet skunk to groom.
But he had other ideas
Which reduced her to tears,
When he produced his quite unique perfume!
Pete’s Feet
There once was a man named Pete
Who was possessed of extremely smelly feet.
His girl Kim
Was very slim,
And she never would touch Pete’s feet!
K Morris - Poet 