I pass
People behind
Opaque glass.
I find
They say
Words, half-heard
As I, caught behind
My own cracked glass,
Half lose my mind.
A child’s laugh
Can bring me back.
But fragile glass
So easily cracks.
Dissociation
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Beth Who Was Bored Quite to Death
When a young lady whose name is Beth
Said, “you have bored me quite to death!”,
I said, with a sigh,
“all flesh it must die.
But sadly Beth you are still drawing breath!”
The Young Lady and the Devil
On the night that’s known as Halloween
A young lady sat eating some cream.
When the devil, being a wit
Said, “please, give me a bit”.
And then she awoke from that dream!
We Chat Over Wine
We chat over wine
For you are mine
For this little time.
And we both know
How this will go.
This night
Must end.
And the polite
Call us boyfriend
And girlfriend.
There Once Was a Girl Named Strange
There once was a girl named Strange
Who lived in a haunted old grange.
She called each ghoul
“You stupid old fool!”,
Which the ghouls found really quite strange!
K Morris - Poet 