When a young lady named Bess
Said, “my sins I should confess”,
I said, “that you must do,
But, first, fasten up your shoe,
And put back on your dress!”.
When A Young Lady Named Bess
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After Such A Night
After such a night
There is polite
Conversation. I offer coffee
Which she
May accept, or not
(But its free).
The clock
Has ticked the hours away.
So she, will not stay.
But puts on her clothes,
This rose
(Neither yours or mine),,
Whose seeming meaning,
I shall not define.
A young Lady Named Patricia
A young lady named Patricia
Says she is no stripper.
But I’ve never accused her of that,
As she invariably keeps on her hat,
But still she says she’s bitter!
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Bess
A young lady whose name is Bess
Is truly a veritable tigress.
When we met last night,
By the moon’s sweet light …
But my readers can guess the rest
The Coming Gale
Last night the rain
Came,
And the wind
To
Which almost blew
Me off my human feet.
Windblown
I took refuge at home,
From the gale.
Sheep continue to speak
Of progress.
But the wise turn pale
For they know
That the gale
May blow
Humanity off it’s feet.
Discretion
When we did meet
You were indiscreet
And spoke of a good time,
In a foreign clime
With a girl who …
But I shall not repeat,
For I, (unlike you),
Can, sometimes, be discreet!
A Tall Young Man Whose Name Is Pete
A tall young man whose name is Pete
Has very petite feet,
While his girlfriend Lou
Wears only 1 shoe,
When she goes out to eat with Pete!
She Laid Her Head
She laid her head
On his comfortable bed,
And did tell
Of a stairwell
And a man, who never paid.
She stayed
For a while,
And made him smile,
As they drank champagne,
Her head
On his comfortable bed.
There was no pain,
For he was not of that kind.
Though, in her mind
It may have seemed the same.
Maybe he will see her again,
And there will be champagne
Or red, or white wine.
He paid, so its fine.
Of a stairwell she did tell.
He hopes it was not the same.
A Youngish Lady Dressed In High-Heels
A youngish lady dressed in high-heels
Said, “you don’t know how it feels
To walk in these tight stiletto shoes,
Whilst very drunk on cheap booze,
And time, all our youths he steals!”.
I Confess
I confess
That I have sought
For beauty
Under a dress
And thought
That I had found
Beauty
Profound
In sighs
And yielding thighs.
Yet, many a time
I confess
That I did find
Beneath that dress
Her perfect skin
And the figure slim,
But no beauty of mind.
K Morris - Poet 