When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “you have had too much tea!”,
And I said, “are you judging?”,
She said, “no, I am begrudging,
The fact you left none for me!”.
When A Young Lady Named Leigh
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Whilst Walking In The Forest Of Dean
Whilst walking in The Forest of Dean
I met a girl by a stream,
Who said, “I’m a nymph”.
I said, “you should rinse,
As your teeth are far from clean!”.
When A Respectable Lady From The Forest Of Dean
When a respectable lady from the Forest of Dean
Said, “sir, your poetry is really obscene,
As its all about newly opened flowers,
And sinful young women’s great erotic powers,
I said, “dear madam, I pay you to clean!”.
A Young Lady Named Lou
A young lady named Lou
Said “I’ve lots to teach you,
Of history, english, and maths,
Of women and of bubble baths.
Well, at least of the latter 2!”.
When A Young Man of Harrow
When a young man of Harrow
Escaped to a place called Jarrow,
And my friend Claire
Followed him to there,
He disguised himself as a marrow!
There Once Was A Poet Named Lou
There once was a poet named Lou
Who said, “one day I’ll break through
With my very quirky verse”.
But it grew steadily worse,
So she turned to making strong glue!
When A Religious Young Lady Named Fay
When a religious young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, let us both now pray”.
I said, “we are full of sin,
So let us now both begin,
Then, afterwards, we ought to pray!”.
Politics and Poetry
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!”.
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!
K Morris - Poet 