A lady who is just over 40
Is rather pretty, and really quite naughty.
Her husband Ray
Is away today.
As for me, I’m feeling quite naughty!
A Lady Who Is Just Over 40
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Muse
She has long dark hair.
Nothing to bind
Him there.
It is not that kind
Of affair.
She is there
For a time.
Caught in his rhyme.
A something, of art
But no part
Of his heart.
Is the poet’s duty
To beauty?
Art may uglify.
Yet truth is beauty,
And poets lie.
Shirley
There was a young lady named Shirley
Whose hair was both long and curly.
When it fell right off
She said, with a cough,
“This life, it doesn’t treat me fairly!”.
When A Young Lady Riding A Fox
When a young lady riding a fox
Said, “do you like my new socks?”.
I said, “too many young women
Are fond of nothing but sinning.
And that fox has eaten your socks!”.
A 4 Star Review of My Book “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not So Serious) Poems”
I was delighted to receive a 4 star review of my book, “Light and Shade”:
“This is a short book of contemporary poetry and limericks, many of which are either pandemic themed or in some way fitting to today’s turbulent times.
I enjoyed this book very much …”.
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Lust
When old men
Lust
After young women.
You will find
Dust,
And sinning
On their mind.
There Was A Journalist Of No Distinction
There was a journalist of no distinction
Who came from a place called Lincoln.
He wrote about me
And pretty Miss Leigh.
And he found his extinction in Lincoln.
A Lady of Pleasure
I met a lady of pleasure
Whose name was Louise or Heather
I spent much time
In composing this rhyme,
Which delighted that lady of pleasure.
Dead Leaves
On an autumn day
I touched dead
Leaves on a tree.
I walked away.
But those dead,
Leaves did stay
With me.
Rose’s Interview
A young lady named Miss Rose
Is fond of wearing no clothes.
She went for an interview
Wearing no stocking or shoe.
And I’m still interviewing Miss Rose.
K Morris - Poet 