On hearing the bells chime
I think on time.
Although there is no
Clock in the church tower
To measure my brief hour.
Church Bells
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A Most Forgetful Young Lady Named Hocking
A most forgetful young lady named Hocking
Is well known for losing her stockings.
My good friend Miss Lou
Has lost many a shoe,
Which I’ve found with Miss Hocking’s stockings …!
Ring
A sweet caress.
A girl’s undress.
But a ring?
To be tied
By tight string?
I have tried
That thing
And felt
The scorpion’s
Sharp sting.
So broke
The rope
That ties
And ended
All lies.
Miss Lucy
When a young lady whose name is Lucy
Said, “do you think my fruit is juicy?”
I said, “I swear
That’s a huge pear!
And that peach is so big and juicy!”
Miss Kipper’s Slipper
There once was a young lady named Kipper
Who owned a rather fine old slipper.
A person named Dan
Was a generous man
And liked to spend time with Miss Kipper …
Miss Meek
When a young lady named Meek
Said, “your poetry is very bleak!”,
I said, with a sigh,
“You and I will die”,
Which made poor Miss Meek weep!
Safe in My Place
Safe in my place
I hear foxes bark
In the autumn dark.
In this semi-urban space
The foxes laugh and say
All this will pass away.
We Take Delight
We take delight
In friendship
And love.
Then comes the night.
There Once Was a Very Wise Old Rooster
There once was a very wise old rooster
Who decided to go for his Covid booster.
, But when he got there
A young nurse named Claire
Said, “this booster is not meant for you rooster!”
(I went for my Covid booster yesterday and, strange to say, not a rooster was in sight.
To be serious for a moment, if you are eligible for a booster, and have not yet had it, I would urge you to do so. The vaccine is helping to keep us all safe. Yes it doesn’t offer absolute protection, but we are now in a much better position than we where prior to the introduction of Covid vaccines).
When I Went to a Swingers Party
When I went to a swingers party
With my friend who is rather arty,
She stood in a corner
With an artist named Warner.
As for me, I’m not that arty …!
K Morris - Poet 