They say
That when policemen look young, you are getting old.
I was told
By a lady yesterday,
In a conversational way
That she was born
In the year
I came to old London town
To work.
A jerk
Of recognition within.
Hopes abandoned
There will be no sin …
There was a wealthy Socialist called Jane
Who lived down an exclusive lane.
At her grand parties aplenty
She wept over the poor’s cupboards empty
Whilst sipping her expensive champagne.
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There was a young lady called Brass
Who’s manners where extremely crass.
The parish priest named Moore
Could hear Brass snore
As he said the evening mass …
Whilst on my way home last night
I met my dear friend Miss White.
When I said, “Hello”,
She said, “you should know
That my husband he is absent tonight …”.
I know a tough young man called Grub
Who works in a very rough pub.
A tattooed young lady named miss Moore
Throws troublemakers out the door
And me, I own that pub.
I know a young lady called Moore
Who’s demeanour is thought demure.
We met last night
By the moon’s bright light
And now I’m not so sure …
There once was a ghastly ghoul
Who went to a Halloween school.
But when he got there
A young lady named Claire
Said, “Halloween is over you fool!”.
When a young lady who’s name is Lou
Lost her party shoe,
‘Twas on the night of Halloween
When, all unseen
I stole that shoe of Lou …
I once met a vampire called Beth
Who half frightened me to death.
A ghoul named Keith
Refused to clean his teeth
So he never got to dance with Beth.
Her name was Lin.
She was petite and slim
With long, black hair.
Just for a dare
I asked her
To dance.
She did sway
In a most peculiar way.
In search of romance
I took a chance
And invited her back
To mine.
We drank wine
As my black
Cat did purr,
But hold on there
I have no cat, either white or black,
And Lin I haven’t seen
Since the night of Halloween …
When a respectable gentleman called White
Paused by a winking red light
A young lady named Hall
Said, “how angels do fall
And the sky it is starry tonight”.
K Morris - Poet 