There once was a Gladioli called Gladdis
Who fell in love with a radish.
But a jealous old cabbage
Turned really quite savage,
As he loved that Gladioli named Gladdis!
Jealousy Among the Vegetables
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There Once Was a Poet Named Hind
There once was a poet named Hind
Who said, “the best is all behind!
My once great verse
It grows steadily worse!
And the critics all kick my behind!”.
Hypnotic
The fall of rain does, I find
Help to calm my mind.
It is hypnotic like the clock,
Or young women in heels who stop
At midnight doors and knock,
And hypnotise my mind.
But rain remains
While girls who knock
do not.
Youthful Passion
Their youthful passion unlocks.
She loses shoes and frock.
Then the vicar knocks …!
The Inner Storm
I remember your name
And how the thunder came.
“The lightning is exciting”,
You said. On my bed
There was no lightning.
I have taken some pleasure
When the humid weather
Is cooled by the rain.
But the inner storm warns
“Everything remains the same”.
Arty
When I attended a singles swingers party
With the great and the somewhat arty,
A young lady named Claire
Tied me up with Flair.
Those knots they were really quite arty!
Working Girls
Women offer delight for the night
Or an hour or so
And when they go
There is no love left behind
To comfort the unquiet mind.
Just a bank transfer
From him to her.
True, some girls pretend to care,
But if the money isn’t there …
Ending Summertime
In late August, the wind blows dust
And a plastic bag flaps.
Perhaps this little rhyme of ending summertime
May engage on yellowing page
When I am below
And can not know
For the hearse
Takes all verse,
Though poems may stay.
Miss Ice
A young lady known as Miss Ice
Has a reputation for not being nice.
Her real name is Coral
And she’s so very immoral!
But to me she’s always been nice …!
August Storm
This storm in late August
Has stripped many leaves from trees.
Twigs snap and crack underfoot.
All Augusts must fade to September.
And I remember
Autumn must come.
K Morris - Poet 