A young lady whose name is Mustard
Said, “you are a no good bustard!”
I said to her, “Beth,
You bore me to death!
Go wash your hair in egg custard!”
A Young Lady Whose Name is Mustard
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Poetic Muse
When a young lady wearing just shoes
Said, “I want to be your poetic muse!”
I said to her, “Rose!
You are wearing no clothes!”
She said, “that’s how you like your muse …!”
Shadows of Poetry
In early January
My shadow goes in front of me.
The sun shines
But my hands are cold.
One day I know
My shadow will no longer go.
Though perhaps in rhyme
I will leave something behind
And people may see
Something of me.
For poets make shadows
Through their poetry
Magpie
She left her hair extension.
I kept it for her
Knowing she would return.
There was no pretension
That she was my lover.
Others have left things behind.
A girl left an earring.
I have always returned
But have never learned.
A sad magpie
Am I.
A Young Lady’s Vice
A young lady who is extremely nice
Is known for her love of vice.
She is fond of cake
And loves a good steak.
And now lets discuss that girl’s vice …
Moriah’s Satire
I know a young lady named Moriah
Who says, “our lives are a satire!”
I say to her, “Fay,
We are in a play!”
And she says, “my name is Moriah!”
Miss Chancer the Dancer
I am marrying a young lady named Chancer
Who has a job as an erotic dancer.
She thinks I have money
And calls me her honey –
But, dear reader, I am also a chancer …
Kafkaesque
A young man sitting at his desk
Said, “your poems are so very Kafkaesque!”
When I said, “how so?”
He said, “I don’t know!
But The Trial will come nonetheless!”
Matt’s Hat
I know a young man named Matt
Who wears a very fine hat.
He sits on the ground
And says nothing profound.
But he wears a very fine hat!
I Go out in the Rain
I go out in the rain
Again and Again
My mind on poetry.
The ground smells fresh
Of life and death
And I return again and again
To the rain
Thinking on poetry
And my mortality
K Morris - Poet 