There once was a man most dissolute
Who liked to play on his lute.
When the young women came round
You would hear a sweet sound
As he skillfully played on his lute!
The Dissolute Young Man and His Lute
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Leigh Who Has Composed a Poem All About Me
A young lady whose name is Leigh
Has composed a poem all about me.
Her verse is so bad
That its driven critics mad,
And now they are all blaming me …!
Lou Who Wore 1 Sock and 1 Shoe
There was a young lady named Lou
Who wore 1 sock and one shoe.
On the other foot
She carefully put
A clock which matched with Lou’s shoe!
There Once Was a Police Constable Named Rose
There once was a police constable named Rose
Who was well known for wearing plain clothes.
A man called Matt
Wore only his hat,
And got arrested by Rose in plain clothes …!
Wet Through
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “we are all wet through!”,
Lou and Miss Rose
Took off their clothes,
Then the vicar he married those two!
Being Known
As I strolled through the great Crystal Palace
I met with a young lady named Alice.
When she gave me a wink
And said, “me and Miss Spink?”,
I said, “I’m known here in Crystal Palace …!.
Keith the Thief
There was a young man named Keith
Who was known as a prodigious thief,
Until Miss Rose and Miss Hocking
Tied him up with their stockings,
Which delighted that young man named Keith!
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There was a young man named Keith
Who was known as a prodigious thief,
Until Miss Rose and Miss Hocking
Tied him up with their stockings,
Which caused that thief Keith to cease!
When a Naughty Young Lady Named Kate
When a naughty young lady named Kate
Said, “I’ll have you on a plate!”,
I said to Mabel,
“Quick! Clear the table!
Or Kate she’ll break my best plate!”.
When a Wicked Young Lady Named Moriah
When a wicked young lady named Moriah
Threatened to set my beard on fire,
The good barber Dave
Suggested a good shave.
Then he shaved both me and Moriah!
As I Walked Home One Dark Halloween
As I walked home one dark Halloween
I heard a most ear piercing scream.
I said to Miss Black
“We must not look back!”.
But she’d vanished with a piercing scream!
K Morris - Poet 