A young man named Lee
Composed a poem about mortality.
It is not very long,
But, his talent being strong,
That verse long outlasted Lee.
A Young Man Named Lee
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A Date for Your Diary, Poet Kevin Morris to Appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series at 9:10 pm, on Thursday 19th September
I am pleased to announce that on Thursday 19 September, at 9:10 pm UK time (and 1:10 pm PST Vancouver time), I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series to read from, and discuss my “Selected Poems”.
To visit Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series please click here, http://worldpoetry.ca/.
For details of my “Selected Poems”, please visit here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the US and elsewhere).
An Author’s Response to a Copyright Infringer
When a young lady named White
Said, “I don’t believe in copyright”,
I stole her purse,
Which made her curse,
But me, I think its right!
Sometimes I Am Caught
Sometimes I am caught
In the midst of thought
By the wind, who laughs at me,
And all I pretend to be
When A Young Lady Named Balinda
When a young lady named Balinda
Met a firey gentleman through Tinder,
She thought something was quite wrong
As he had horns very long,
Which frightened that young lady Balinda!
When A Young Man Named Nick
When a young man named Nick
Threatened me with his walking stick,
I said, “do you happen to know
The boxer known as big, bad Jo?”,
At which Nick dropped his stick!
When The Wife of a Man Named Ed
When the wife of a man named Ed
Found a strange girls shoes under their bed
She said, with a sigh
“I really don’t know why
You must insist on wearing those stilettos, Ed!”.
A Young Lady Whose Name Was Wood
A young lady whose name was Wood
Said, “I shall always be very good,
But, whilst out walking one day
In a field of sweet hay,
She did what she never should!
A Young Lady Whose Name Was Claire
A young lady whose name was Claire
Had beautiful, long brown hair,
But when it did rain
She cried out in pain,
As her hair it turned quite fair!
A Young Lady Named White
A young lady named white
Came round to mine last night.
There she stood in my bedroom
Scented with the sweetest perfume,
As she deftly changed my light!
K Morris - Poet 