There was a young lady named Rose
Who did her toes expose
To a vicar called Paul,
Who fell off a wall,
Which distressed that young lady named Rose.
There was a young lady named Rose
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Suncream
I shall wear suncream
Today, and dream
Of the young women
I see
In clothes
Which expose
Much more than a knee.
But reader, cease your inane grinning,
For ’tis too hot for sinning . . .
When A Young Man Named Mack
When a young man named Mack
Said, “lets take a step back”,
I made stern reply,
“No fool am I,
There’s a cliff at our back!”.
Climate Change
Thursday 25th July is predicted to be the hottest July day on record here in the UK (https://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/uk-weather-london-set-to-swelter-in-recordbreaking-heat-up-to-37c-a4195211.html), and yet some people (fortunately a dwindling minority) continue to persist in blindly arguing either that there is no such thing as climate change or, if there is, that we humans have very little (if any impact) on the earth’s climate. Humans patently do have a massive impact on the world’s climate and tackling climate change is humanity’s top priority.
The above article reminded me of my poem “Melting Ice”, which is reproduced below:
“Under the once-solid ice sheet
We Meet
A demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat, he rumbles;
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles”.
(“Melting Ice” can be found in “My old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” which is available from Moyhill Publishing http://moyhill.com/clock/, and from Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG/
A Young Man Named Guy
A young man named Guy
Said, “a Communist am I”
As his housemaid called Jane
Poured him the very best champagne,
Which caused poor guy to sigh.
Mermaids
Mermaids on the beach
Out of reach
Save in dreams
Where all seems
Fair In love and war
Withdraw, as the tide
Inside is let go
In a flow
Of Oh!
He awakes
And takes
Stock of a human day
Where no mermaids stay
For him. So, at night,
He retreats to the delight
Of the seashore
For all seems
Possible in dreams.
Abandoned Stilletos
I remember abandoned stilettos,
Left, bereft under my bed.
The ghettos
Are cruel it is said,
But you
Knew nothing of them,
(Though much of men
And their desire
To play with fire).
What drew
We 2
Diverse birds of a feather
Together?
Dare I say
That you where
A professional and I an amateur,
Or was it the other way?
I can not say.
When I Said To My Good Friend Nell
When I said to my good friend Nell
“I really like your expensive shower gel,
As your scent is so very nice”,
And she replied, “its my only vice!”,
I said, I was talking about the gel!”.
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A young man named Guy
Replied to no reply,
But when nothing came back
He said, “I lack
The reason as to why?”
A Young Person Whose Name Is Dan
A young person whose name is Dan
Is a very political man.
In the dark of the night
He leans to the right,
And by dawn he’s a socialist man!
K Morris - Poet 