Tag Archives: croydon poets

The Naughty Nymph

I’ve just met a very naughty nymph

Who winked at me from a plinth.

Her name is Miss Follett

And she has my wallet!

Dear reader! Have you seen that nymph!

Gwen and her Pen

There once was a student named Gwen

Who was fond of throwing her pen.

A teacher called Lou

Said, “that won’t do!”,

And threw that pen back at Gwen!

Poet Kevin Morris Featured on Sally Cronin’s Blog

I was delighted to have my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death” featured on Sally Cronin’s blog  https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2025/06/18/smorgasbord-book-promotions-new-book-spotlight-life-reflections-passing-through-some-thoughts-on-life-and-death-by-k-morris/

Dream or Reality

In my dreams

It often seems

To me

That what I feel

And sometimes see

Is reality.

 

 

When death steals

Up on me

Will it simply  seem

That I dream?

The reality

Is unknowable to me.

Matt’s Cat

When a young man known as Matt

Went and bought a very large cat,

An elderly person called Brian

Yelled something about a lion!

And that was the end of that!

Eliot’s Typist

Eliot’s typist is glad when its over.

She who leaves me

Has never read

The Wasteland

And would not understand Prufrock.

Yet she knows the loneliness of men

And slippery mermaids

Who drown with them.

Whilst Engrossed in Wuthering Heights

Whilst engrossed in Wuthering Heights

I saw a young lady in tights.

I said to her, “Rose!

You are wearing no clothes!”,

She said, “no! I am wearing some tights!”

 

When a Man of the World

When a man of the world said, “Rose,

The wise young woman knows

That all men they are full of sin!”,

That girl gave a grin,

As she went in search of her clothes …!

Ron and the Scone

There once was a man named Ron

Who liked to go on and on!

A girl called Lin

Said, “forgive my sin!”,

As she brained Ron with a scone!

 

(The word “scone” is often pronounced as “scon” depending on which part of the UK one comes from).