I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
So I’ve locked my window on Flow …
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I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
And now they are refusing to go!
I met an extremely beautiful young lap dancer
Whose known as a bit of a chancer.
When she saw I had money
She called me sweet and honey.
And they say I’m a disreputable old chancer …
When a young man named Lee
Said, “please explain poetry to me”.
I said to Rose
“Tweek his nose!”.
Which was a kind of poetry!
Whilst walking by a crystal clear stream
I got covered in strawberries and cream,
By a young lady named Lin
Who is full of hot sin –
And then I awoke from that dream!
My dear friend the great Lord Lake
Is known as a dissolute old Rake.
Whilst the vicar’s daughter Coral
Is said to be moral.
And she’s friends with rakish Lord Lake.
There once was a kitten named Mitten
Who composed poetry all about Great Britain.
His verse was quite good
So I wish I could
Believe that Mitten was really a kitten!
When a young man named Rory
Asked for a story of glory
An old lady called Lou
Told him a tale untrue.
It was a very political story!
I met a young lady named Flair
Who said “you should take great care
As too many women
Are fond of sinning.
Now sir, will you mount the stair?”.
There once was a pigeon named Lou
Who spent all her days saying coo.
But a grumpy old cat
Was not fond of that –
So one day Lou ceased to coo!
A professional young lady named Miss White
Came round to my place last night.
The bishop was there
With his friend Claire.
And the stars they wink at night.
K Morris - Poet 