I met a young lady named Ling
Who said, “you poets are all left-wing!”.
I said, “between you and I,
Eliot was a Conservative kind of guy,
Whilst Philip Larkin was really right-wing!”.
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The Ad
Lonely at night?
You can delight
In the company
Of beautiful me!
There are no strings to tie.
You to me.
I
Can be
Whatever you wish me to be,
And I’ve uniforms galore
(and more),
so come visit me!
Or, if you prefer
My friend Claire
Can make it 3.
She has long blonde hair,
While I’m a brunette.
Please, come and see me,
And don’t forget,
The little matter of the fee …
I Met A Young Man of Harrow
I met a young man of Harrow
Wheeling his wife in a wheelbarrow.
When I said, “you are cruel!”,
He called me a stupid old fool,
And threw at me a marrow!
I Met A Young Lady in Victoria
I met a young lady in Victoria
Whose name was Louise or Gloria.
We went to a hotel,
That I know quite well.
‘Its in Clapham, or maybe Victoria!
I Met A Pretty Young Maid
I met a pretty young maid
Who said, “I’m far from staid!”.
I said, “my violin,
It speaks of sin,
And many a time I’ve played!”.
My Dog, Who I’ve Named Hegel
My dog, who I’ve named Hegel
Is extremely fond of a bagel.
Whilst my neighbour’s cat, called Marx,
Spends his days chasing fiery sparks,
And discussing dialectical materialism with Hegel!
A Young Lady Named White
A young lady named White
Advertises on a certain website,
Offering cream cakes and tea
With a girl called Leigh,
And I’m going round tonight!
A Budding Poet, Named Lee
A budding poet named Lee
Composes lots of dark poetry.
He swears that its there
But, without the light’s glare,
Its far to dark to see!
A Middle-Aged Gentleman Visiting Stirling
A middle-aged gentleman visiting Stirling
Is always his moustache twirling
At all the beautiful young women,
Whilst his mind is on sinning.
And it’s very nice in Stirling!
When A Girl Dressed As A Goat
When a girl dressed as a goat
Said, “Sir, have you been to vote?”,
I said, “yes of course
And, were you a horse
You would not have eaten my coat!”.
K Morris - Poet 