A young woman in a dark cape
Wrapped me up with very thick tape
And posted me
To sunny Dundee,
Where I made a most daring escape!
All Taped Up
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I Once Met a Man Named Charles Dickens
I once met a man named Charles Dickens
Who was known for his love of chickens.
When I said, “do you write?”,
He said, “yes throughout the night.
But my writing is all eaten by chickens!”
As I Walked the Streets Very Late
As I walked the streets very late
I met a young lady named Kate
Who said, “there are many women
Who earn their living through sinning!”.
Then she winked at me did Kate …!
I Once Met a Friendly Old Ghost
I once met a friendly old ghost
Who plied me with tea and toast.
When I asked for some jam
He gave me boiled ham.
That ghost was deaf as a post!
Dust
In my bedroom
Your Perfume
Mingles with the dust
Of books.
Your scent lingers
On fingers.
But all I’ve touched
Will be dust.
Graces
I could call
On 2 young graces.
Silks and laces
So easily fall away.
I find charms
In a girl’s arms.
But they go with day
And my love of solitude
May love exclude.
I am glad
For I have
A kind of friend.
But all our graces
Must end
In the hard churchyard
For below
There is no pretend.
There Once Was a Poetical Old Monk
There once was a poetical old monk
Who composed a poem about his skunk.
A pretty young nun
Said, “that was fun”.
And then they spoke of that skunk.
A Girl and her Big Gun
When a young lady waving a gun
Said, “are you up for some fun!”.
Having learned not to trifle
With a girl’s big rifle,
Of course I agreed to some fun …!
The Pleasure Seeker
I have demanded pleasure
And chosen not to understand
That the pursuit of pleasure
Would leave me stranded
In the desert sand.
I can command
Sweet painted lips
To tease and kiss.
But the desolate sand
Obeys no command.
Fluidity
Whilst visiting a place known as Stonehenge
I met a young lady from Penge.
She was dressed as a Druid
And her identity was somewhat fluid,
And she said she came from Penge …
K Morris - Poet 