What constitutes the erotic for you?
Is it the stiletto shoe
On an ankle slim
That tempts you into sin?
Or is it the red light
Which winks
At kinks
Both day and night
That does it for you?
Some prefer
The bare
While others consider the covered
Erotic, for the exotic
Is a mystery to be discovered.
I find at night
That there are better things to do
Than write
About the stiletto shoe …
There once was a writer named Sage
Who told all his business on the page.
Each affair of the heart
He described in his art,
And his lovers they all sued Sage!
When my friend whose name was Ted
Said, “I think I may be dead”,
I made reply,
“You did die,
And your wife she warms my bed!”.
When me and my friend Nell
Went to an exclusive hotel,
And a young lady named Rose
Said, “take off your clothes”,
I said, “Nell, is this a hotel?”
There was a young man named Heart
Who knew nothing at all about art.
When he stole a painting
It led to no fainting,
As it really wasn’t art!
I met a young lady named Rose
Who last night stole all of my clothes.
I was composing a rhyme to my love
When, great heavens above,
Rose she stole all of my clothes!
I know a pretty young miss
Who asked me to give her a kiss,
But I being shy
Said, “I’m not that kind of guy!”,
But that miss she did insist …
Below are three humourous poems, and a couple of photographs taken by my friend Shanelle of my guide dog Trigger following a walk in the park.
Trigger smiling at the camera
Trigger beaming after his walk in the park
A very happy dog!
A young lady named Pam
Is well known on webcam.
My dear friend Jess
Wears a see through dress,
And she’s also known as Pam …
When a beautiful young lady named Liver
Said, “my sweet come hither.
I am not to blame
For my strange name”,
She set my heart aquiver!
K Morris - Poet 