Secretive giggles.
Young women’s wriggles.
A moment of pleasure
In hot weather.
Secretive Giggles
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When A Young Lady Waving A Rifle
When a young lady waving a rifle
Said, “I hope you like my trifle”.
I said, “it’s very good,
But, I was wondering could,
You please stop waving around that rifle!”.
Resistance to Social Distance
When ants in a young lady’s kitchen
Showed a complete disregard for social distance,
A lover who was visiting her there
Said, “my dearest darling Claire,
I confess that I’m itching
To report those ants in your kitchen
For demonstrating resistance
To social distance!”.
He Digs
He digs.
She
Indifferent is,
But likes what he
Will give
To dig.
He digs
A hole
And, therein, looses his soul.
She
Indifferent is
But likes what he
Will give,
To dig.
He has dug
Many a hole.
Her hug
Is cold.
But she
Likes what he
Will give
To dig.
When My Friend Whose Name Is Round
When my friend whose name is Round
Said, “Soon, I shall be cold underground”.
I wept buckets for him.
But his beautiful girlfriend Kim,
She will still be very much around!
When An Elderly Gentleman Named Pat
When an elderly gentleman named Pat
Said, “would you like to play snap?”,
I jumped on his fine old table,
With a young lady called Mable.
And the table leg went snap!
Empty
Men seek refuge
In strip bars
From the huge
Empty
Outside.
Girls lose their bras
And men think, “whore”.
Then depart, empty,
Inside,
As before.
When A Credulous Young Man Named Perks
When a credulous young man named Perks
Said, “a ghost in the basement lurks!”.
I said, “you fool!
That is no ghoul,
It’s the late Edmund Burke’s great works!”.
Thinking of A Girl He’s Never Met
Thinking of a girl he’s never met,
And perhaps he,
Will never see.
Memories of heels and skirts.
And flirts
(Who where not).
Momentary joy, close followed by regret
And pain,
Maybe he
Will do it all again.
But, If so, for what?
A brief hot
Rush,
A flush
Of pleasure.
Recollections of girl’s scent,
Then repent
At leisure.
When A Young Man Whose Name is Keith
When a young man whose name is Keith
Said, “this life is full of such grief”,
I said, “I have a shoe
Belonging to your new wife Lou,
Our passion was sweet but brief!”.
K Morris - Poet 