There once was a poet named Ron
Who said, “poetry is for everyone!”,
But when he wrote on a bus
The driver created such a fuss!
As he didn’t like poetry or Ron!
There once was a poet named Ron
Who said, “poetry is for everyone!”,
But when he wrote on a bus
The driver created such a fuss!
As he didn’t like poetry or Ron!
When a young lady known as Rusty
Said, “you Sir are old and crusty!”.
I said to her, “Miss,
Some girls bring great bliss.
But you Miss are so very rusty!”
There once was a girl named Meg
Who hid in a giant Easter egg.
But the sun shone down
And she turned chocolate brown,
And got eaten along with that egg!
I know a young lady named Purvis
Who is known for her special service.
When the lights go down
I’ve seen the vicar frown
When the bishop disappears with Miss Purvis …
As I strolled home at just after midnight
I met a young lady under a street light.
We spent our time
In discussing fine rhyme,
As I explained to a police constable that night …!
When rich old men
Are seen with young women on their arm,
I must condemn them
For tempting such women into lives of sinning
As for the charms
Of girl’s arms? I can not afford them …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I met a young lady named Moriah
Who said, “I am a Vegan vampire!.
I never drink blood,
But fruit is good!”.
She’s a very funny girl is Moriah!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
A thief who was tall and slim
Had the nickname of light fingered Jim
Until a girl called Pat
Set a cunning trap
Which did for that light fingered Jim!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I was glancing through my archives earlier today, and came across this poem, which I am reposting, https://kmorrispoet.com/2017/04/03/k-morris-reading-his-poem-siren/
I once met a pretty siren named Lee
Who invited me to play in the sea.
But the water was cold
And I have been told
Not to play with sirens in the sea!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.