A young lady named Miss Coral
Is so extremely stern and moral.
A girl called Ria
Swings from my chandelier.
But I can’t afford Miss Coral.
Moral Miss Coral
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Flair
My friend whose name is Flair
Has enjoyed many a sordid affair.
The great philosophy professor
Owns a welsh dresser.
And I’ve seen Flair dancing there.
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A young lady whose name is Flair
Has indulged in many a sordid affair.
The daughter of archbishop Kipper
Is employed as a stripper.
And her stage name, it is Flair!
When A Young Lady Eating Bananas
When a young lady eating bananas
Said, “do you sell see-through pyjamas?”.
A shop assistant named Paul
Pointed to the opposite wall.
But she couldn’t see any pyjamas!
I Am A Man
I am a man
And have respect
For women.
Yet a high-heel shoe
And a smooth, perfect
Leg
Turns my thoughts to sinning
And to bed.
I find
That an empty mind
Does not attract.
But a giggle.
A wriggle
And a vacuous smile,
May distract
For a while.
A Young Lady Wearing Just Pink Socks
A young lady wearing just pink socks
Said, “my behaviour it so frequently shocks.
I can hear the knocking
Of the Lord Bishop Hocking.
I wonder will he like my socks?”.
Tomorrow
We may
Never see tomorrow.
For each moment we borrow.
And tomorrow’s sun
Must become,
Today.
There Once Was A Poet Named Lyme
There once was a poet named Lyme
Who composed poems about nothing but time.
Whilst drinking one day,
The sky turned grey.
And the great publican, he called time.
Clock
I forget the ticking of the clock.
But recollect it, when I stop.
Is time benign?
Long after
I have reached my end,
Perchance a friend,
Suddenly hearing the tick tock
Of the clock
Will think on former laughter,
And their own, inevitable end.
The Arts
After she departs
To a destination unknown
He texts her phone
With a “thank you”.
The arts may capture
A true
Lover’s rapture.
Or gratitude to an actress, who played
Her part, to perfection, on his stage.
Glass
A glass
Reflects.
No respect
Or disrespect
For girls who pass.
It’s just his glass.
K Morris - Poet 