A young lady whose name is Pinky
Wore a dress both short and slinky.
She came round to my place
Dressed in fine silk and lace,
To discuss philosophy over a drinkie.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Pinky
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When A Leading Gangster, Whose Name Was Mark
When a leading gangster, whose name was Mark
Said, “your future is bleak and dark.
As with this big gun
I shall end your fun,
I said, “take a look behind you, Mark!”.
When I Met A Naughty Young Maid
When I met a naughty young maid
Who said, “sir, have you been paid?”,
I said, “you are pretty,
And more than just witty,
But I regret you’re not very staid!
When I Met A Pretty Young Maid
When I met a pretty young maid
Who said, “my beauty ’twill most surely fade.
Life ’tis like the poor flower,
Which lasts but a brief hour”,
I said, “your looks they will surely degrade!”.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Yvette
When a young lady whose name is Yvette
Said, “my darling, will you be my pet?,
We’ll be passionate in the heather
And I’ll dress in tight leather”.
I said, “But Yvette, we’ve only just met!”.
A young Lady Whose Name Is Jane
A young lady whose name is Jane
Has composed a poem about a train.
It goes like an express,
And her speed does impress.
But lets now turn to that train!
When A Young Lady of Ealing
When a young lady of Ealing
Said, “I have a peculiar feeling”,
And I said, “take off your dress
As it will relieve your stress”,
Her right hook sent me reeling!
My Friend, Whose Name Is Miss Hiller
My friend, whose name is Miss Hiller
Has recently published her brand new thriller.
My pleasure is always great,
And I also can’t wait,
To enjoy Miss Hiller’s brand new thriller
There Once was A Poet Named Heart
There once was a poet named Heart
Whose verse was so bleak and dark,
That a demon called Lee
Said, “I weep for thee”,
But his tears they just wouldn’t start!
There Was A Young Lady Named Beth
There was a young lady named Beth
Who said, “I don’t believe in death”.
But, as she grew older
The world became ever colder,
And she started to believe in death.
K Morris - Poet 