I met a young lady named Flow
Who said, “always write what you know”.
So I wrote something rude
And more than just crude,
And got sued by wicked Miss Flow
You Should Always Write What you Know
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Brief
Church bells briefly heard.
Something falls
From an autumn tree.
A solitary
Bird briefly calls,
Maybe to me.
An Idle Thought
An idle thought.
Is it mere coincidence
That the word lust
Rhymes with dust?
Shoes Left Bereft
She left her shoes
Outside my front door.
I remember no booze.
Perhaps my neighbours saw
A young woman’s shoes
Bereft at my door
And thought I ought
To be more discreet
About young women’s feet.
But a girl’s shoes
Had been left bereft
At my door before …
As I Boarded the 7 pm Train
As I boarded the 7 pm train
I met a young lady named Elane.
We went real fast
Then, at long last
The driver began to drive that train …!
When I Decided to Make a Full Confession
When I decided to make a full confession
Concerning a young lady of a certain profession,
Her lawyer Lou
Threatened to sue,
So I decided to show much more discretion …!
He Likes Heels
He likes heels
And respects intellects.
Short skirts appeal.
A girl’s degree
Isn’t free,
But he respects
Their intellects.
I Know a Young Lady Named Coral
I know a young lady named Coral
Who is stern and ever so moral.
The good vicar Spink
Gave me a wink.
I think he knows more about Coral …
Black
In the crowded pub
A teen Goth girl
Sings of forever love.
We cheer over beers
And raise our glass
To a goth girl
And the truth
That all youth
Must pass.
And all our suns
Will become
The black.
I Once Met a Very Eminent Professor
I once met a very eminent professor
Who lived in a large Welsh dresser.
When I asked him why
He heaved a great sigh,
And said, “you’re not my Father Confessor!”
K Morris - Poet 