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There Was A Young Man Called Carr
There was a young man called Carr
Who sported a duelling scar.
He received it from a girl
(her name was Pearl).
It was a very rough bar!
There Was An Elderly Author Called Dave
There was an elderly author called Dave
Who did not his money save.
He sold the odd book
But his pennies where took
By the publican who was a bit of a knave!
Verbosity
I have always been of the view,
That one should never write an essay,
When a sentence will do!
There Was An Elderly Lady Called Kate
There was an elderly lady called Kate
Who got in a terrible state,
Over her gardener Stan,
(A most careless young man),
As he never would close the gate!
There Was A Young Man Called Locke
There was a young man called Locke
Who wished to stop the clock.
He broke the machine,
But I did glean
That time outlasted Locke.
There Was A Young Lady Called Ellie
There was a young lady called Ellie
Who was overly fond of jelly.
She ate it for breakfast, lunch and tea
And it was plain to see,
That Ellie had a very large belly!
Come the 1st of May
“Say,
Come the 1st of May,
Will you stay?
Shall we make romance
Our goal
As we dance around the Maypole?
And demonstrate to God above
Our abiding love?”
“My darling I will stay,
Come the 1st of May.
But you must pay
For my new dress
So as to impress.
Each girl
As I around the Maypole twirl.
Why dearest one, your face shows such distress …”.
There Was A Young Lady Called Claire
There was a young lady called Claire
Who married an elderly billionaire.
She spent his money on shoes
And many a world cruise.
He tripped, and died on the stair …!
The Poet’s Muse
The attraction
Of an abstraction
Holds the reader’s attention.
There would be dissention
Where I to show my muse,
Soaked in booze,
And guzzling pub grub,
And her shoes
All covered in mud.
I think
My readers would
Say “You do your muse confuse
With a girl sozzled in drink”,
Then, continuing with a wink,
“Morris has lost his marbels, poor old chap,
What a sad mishap!.
Or perchance he has taken too much wine
And thinks a girl divine
Who (one must confess)
Has no idea how to dress)!
Shall I break the spell
And tell
The truth about my Muse
Or would she her mystery lose?
I do maintain
That the abstraction
Of an attraction
Should continue to reign
K Morris - Poet 