When a young lady whose name is Claire
Said, “my friend you should take very great care,
As there are lots of beautiful young women
Who are into nothing but decadence and sinning”,
I replied, “where can I find them, Claire?”
My dear friend, whose name is Miss Kind
Said, “those silk ropes, they tightly do bind,
But its totally consensual
And really quite commonsensical,
As you help me, my friend, to unwind . . .
A young man named Gus
Created a most terrible fuss
When his girlfriend Pearl
Gave me a twirl,
On the number 7 bus!
My friend whose name is Moria
Has married the local squire.
He sleeps all day
And the people say,
That the squire’s a vampire!
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A young lady whose name is Moria
Said, “of your poetry I shall never tire.
But oh my sweet honey,
As you have no money,
I shall have to marry the local squire!”.
When a young man named Jame
Said, “I always get the blame!”,
And I replied, “but it was you!”,
He said, “that may well be true,
But I always get the blame!”.
There was a young lady named Rose
Who did her toes expose
To a vicar called Paul,
Who fell off a wall,
Which distressed that young lady named Rose.
I shall wear suncream
Today, and dream
Of the young women
I see
In clothes
Which expose
Much more than a knee.
But reader, cease your inane grinning,
For ’tis too hot for sinning . . .
When a young man named Mack
Said, “lets take a step back”,
I made stern reply,
“No fool am I,
There’s a cliff at our back!”.
A young man named Guy
Said, “a Communist am I”
As his housemaid called Jane
Poured him the very best champagne,
Which caused poor guy to sigh.
When a man named Matt
Said, “I don’t fancy that”,
I replied, “neither do I,
Lets give it to Guy,
He’ll really like that hat!”.
K Morris - Poet 