There once was a poet named Lyme
Who composed poems about nothing but time.
Whilst drinking one day,
The sky turned grey.
And the great publican, he called time.
There Once Was A Poet Named Lyme
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A Young Lady Whose Name Is Alice
A young lady whose name is Alice
Lives in a place called Crystal Palace,
Where she works in a sauna
With my good friend Miss Warner.
But I’ve not yet met Miss Alice.
Leigh’s Kiss
When a young lady named Leigh
Bestowed a soft kiss on me.
And her big boyfriend called Jack
Gave me a look most black,
I ran and climbed a tree!
When I Said To My Dear Friend Pearl
When I said to my dear friend Pearl
“Do show me, does your hair naturally curl?”.
She turned bright red and said,
“Not on this sweet little head.
And Kevin, I’m not that kind of girl!”.
A Lady Who Is Just Over 40
A lady who is just over 40
Is rather pretty, and really quite naughty.
Her husband Ray
Is away today.
As for me, I’m feeling quite naughty!
Shirley
There was a young lady named Shirley
Whose hair was both long and curly.
When it fell right off
She said, with a cough,
“This life, it doesn’t treat me fairly!”.
When A Young Lady Riding A Fox
When a young lady riding a fox
Said, “do you like my new socks?”.
I said, “too many young women
Are fond of nothing but sinning.
And that fox has eaten your socks!”.
There Was A Journalist Of No Distinction
There was a journalist of no distinction
Who came from a place called Lincoln.
He wrote about me
And pretty Miss Leigh.
And he found his extinction in Lincoln.
A Lady of Pleasure
I met a lady of pleasure
Whose name was Louise or Heather
I spent much time
In composing this rhyme,
Which delighted that lady of pleasure.
Rose’s Interview
A young lady named Miss Rose
Is fond of wearing no clothes.
She went for an interview
Wearing no stocking or shoe.
And I’m still interviewing Miss Rose.
K Morris - Poet 