They say
That 2 is company
While 3
Is a crowd.
A few are loud
And will with honesty proclaim
(Without fear of shame)
That they
Like 3.
But I beg thee
Do not ask me
To explain
For I may
Lie, or simply not say . . .
A young man whose name is Grub
Has invited me along to his club,
Which is full of beautiful women,
Who are in to hot sinning,
Well, that’s what I’m told by Grub . . .
—
A young man whose name is Grub
Has invited me along to his club,
Which is full of beautiful women,
Who are in to hot sinning,
But I’d rather go down the pub!
I know a young lady named Pam.
We met on Instagram.
She lives in my city
And is often witty,
And her dress ’tis made of ham!
—
My friend whose name is Hogg
Owns a very large dog.
When I hear a bark
In the depths of the dark
I throw my clog at Hogg!.
—
I met a young lady named White
With whom I spent the night.
‘Twas on an express train
From London to Dunblane.
And she drives that train each night!.
When a young lady whose name is Brock
Wore a very short frock,
A vicar named Mike
Fell off his bike,
Which gave that poor young lady a shock!
—
When a young lady whose name is Brock
Wore a very short frock,
A vicar called Mike
Fell off his bike
At the shock of that very short frock
Last night my friend Miss White
Said “’tis such sweet delight
To be with you,
Believe me its true,
But my boyfriend he likes to fight!”.
When a Socialist named Lee
Said “I believe in equality!”,
A Conservative called Dave
Said, “only in the grave
Will you find equality!”.
When a young lady named Claire
Said, “look, how the people stare!”,
Her good friend miss Rose
Said, “we should put on some clothes.
As there is a policeman over there!”.
I know a young lady named Claire
Whose feet are always bare.
When the weather turns freezing
You may hear her sneezing,
But Claire, she just doesn’t care!
When an extremely precocious AI
Said, “Truly I am a guy!”,
A philosophy student named Paul
Said, “you are no guy at all!”,
Which angered that precocious AI!
When I met a pretty young maid
Who on a violin played,
And I asked, “can I fiddle?”
She played “Hey Diddle Diddle,
And said, sir, “you have not yet paid . . .”.
K Morris - Poet 