There was a young lady named Heather
Who said, “I’m light as a feather”.
Her rude mate Miss Kate
Said, “you carry great weight!”.
And then she ran hell for leather!
Heather Who Was Light as a Feather
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We Maintain the Urbane
We maintain
The urbane
And are witty
In the city.
But those who hark
To the fox’s bark
In the suburban dark
Find the urbane
Hard to maintain
And their wit
Begins to slip
Tree Surgeon
A tree surgeon said to me,
“I cut away the rotten half
Of this old tree
Leaving the better part,
Which may survive and thrive”.
A thought came to me.
Is not our flawed humanity
Akin to that old tree?
But there has been too much lop
And chop at our poor flawed humanity.
Miss Heart Who Loves Art
A young lady whose name is Heart
Is known for her love of art.
With her dear friend Miss Lou
She stars in movies called blue.
And my friend he’s fond of art …
Whilst Frequenting My Most Favourite Gentleman’s Club
Whilst frequenting my most favourite gentleman’s club
I fell into a rather large bathtub.
A girl with pretty eyes
Said, “sir, please don’t apologise.
And have you met Chief Constable Grub?”
I Once Had a Very Strict Lover
I once had a very strict lover
Who said, “you shall have no other!”.
That naughty Miss Leigh
Was fond of 3,
And I ended by marrying her mother!
I Walk at a Fair Old Lick
I walk at a fair old lick
And pass many elderly men and women
With their walking stick.
And, should impatience try to master me
I recall that December
Comes to us all.
And find within me a temporary humility.
When A Pretty Young Lady Named Fay
When a pretty young lady named Fay
Said, “all the men they run away!”.
Her friend Miss Bland
Said, “I don’t understand,
As you are a beautiful vampire Fay!”
In Early December
In early December
I heard
The dawn bird
And did remember
Another year
Will soon end.
My friends
Are growing older.
I hear
Pretty young women
Ask me
About family matters.
There will be
No more sinning.
Merely hot tea
And matters
Of domesticity
For me.
Kate Who is Fond of the Word Undulate
I know a young lady named Kate
Who is fond of the word undulate.
That old rake Paul
Says, “many women fall.
But Miss Kate she likes to undulate!”.
K Morris - Poet 