The delight of sunlight on hospital corridors
Speaks of the great outdoors.
I walk in sunshine for a time.
Then, returning indoors, I rhyme
Of pretty nurses
Who make us patients laugh
As they pass
By our hospital beds.
I wonder, will these verses
Still be read
When I and pretty nurses
Find our final bed.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
When a single young lady in red
Made love in the bishop’s new bed,
And the bed it collapsed
She said, “we have lapsed!
And we’ve landed on the vicar’s head!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
There once was a man from Norwich
Who was extremely fond of his porridge.
When they fed him Weetabix
He hit them with sticks
So they kicked him out of Norwich!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
There once was a vampire named Lake
Who entered a restaurant to eat steak.
A waitress called Moriah
Said, “you’re a vampire!”,
Are you sure you want that stake!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
The air outside the hospital is free.
I have walked the periphery
Of the hospital’s grounds and found
How dear the air is to me.
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It enters through my window
And calls to me of liberty
And says how below, people don’t know
The profundity of the air.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I may achieve a kind of immortality
Through my poetry.
But when I go
Above or below
Why should I care
For I will no longer be there
To know
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
When a strange young lady named Gwen
Went and woke me at around 10,
And I said, “are you a nurse?
She said, “no! its far, far worse!”.
Then she showed her fangs did Gwen …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I know a pretty nurse in red
Who said, “you must get into bed!”.
I said, “that sounds nice!
But what is your vice!”,
Then she beat me around the head!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Nurses go to and thro.
While on the ward
The patients mostly feel bored.
Some watch daytime TV
Or sleep the day away.
As for me
I look forward to visiting time
And meantime rhyme.
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I find the nurses are kind.
They will chat
Of this and that.
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I grow fat
But try to exercise.
Its no surprise
That food breaks up the day
So patients eat
To keep the boredom at bay.
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At boarding school
The lights went out at 10.
The hospital’s rules
Are similar to them.
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Here there is no beer.
Lights stay on longer,
(But the nurses control them).
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I grow stronger
And desire my own bed
And private time
To indulge in rhyme.
. Copyright: Kevin Morris.
When a young lady named Miss Flow
Said, “you must always write what you know”,
I wrote about her
And our sordid affair –
Now I’m corresponding with her lawyer called Joe …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
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