I awoke on an island with seals
And spied a young lady in heels.
When I said, “my dear,
How did we get here!”,
She said, “we got kidnapped by seals!”.
Kidnapped
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I Am Not Indifferent to the Charms
I am not indifferent to the charms
Of a young woman’s arms.
So when your arm wound around me
Of course I was flattered
For you are much younger than me.
I have had dreams shattered
So will believe that it was merely
Out of friendly regard
That your youthful arm
Wound around me.
In the churchyard
On my way home alone
I passed by cold stones
And contrasted their charms
With your warm arms.
My Dear Friend the Beautiful Miss Lee
My dear friend the beautiful Miss Lee
Has won prizes for her erotic poetry.
She came round last night
With a girl called white
And we played at cards till 3.
To an Ageing Rake
When your fun is done
And she goes home
And you are left alone,
Do you consider
Her youth
And that perfect figure?
Perhaps you consider
The truth:
How lack of finance
Or other mischance
Leads her to dance
With a rake
Who, fearful of dust
Takes, in lust
A young woman who
Needs your wealth,
But holds in contempt
You and herself.
Sun Who is Always Up for Some Fun
I know a young lady named Sun
Who is always up for some fun.
Her and Miss Claire
Work in the fair,
And from their boyfriends I must run!
I Know a Most Delightful Old Squire
I know a most delightful old squire
Who has never been seen with Moriah.
She wears a short dress
And I have to confess
That she looks rather like the squire!
Civilisation
Walking through these sweet scented leaves
I know autumn has come.
A solitary bird
Sings somewhere in the cool air.
While outside these sheltering trees
Civilisation goes on
And a few solitary birds
Sing their song
Of empires long since gone.
Choices
You and me
Played. She stayed
In another room
Just watching TV.
On this dull September afternoon,
I recall your chanting of new shoes.
I wonder, did you choose?
For the marketplace is full of choice.
Your friend’s voice
Is heard no more.
But market stores
Offer plenty of choice.
Politics or Pleasure
I met a young lady named Ling
Who said, “are you left-wing or right-wing?”.
I said, “politics are so boring
And will have us both snoring!
Now Ling, do you fancy a fling!”
My Homicidal AI
When I said,
To my Alexa AI,
“Am I dead?”,
She made quick reply,
“I hope so!”.
I really don’t know
But maybe I
Possess a homicidal AI!
(Note: sometimes I ask my Alexa random questions for the fun of doing so. The above poem stems from a genuine answer provided by Alexa to the question, “Am I dead?”.
Alexa has given the same response to the above question over several weeks. Should I be concerned …
K Morris - Poet 