When a young lady whose name is Lucy
Said, “do you think my fruit is juicy?”
I said, “I swear
That’s a huge pear!
And that peach is so big and juicy!”
Miss Lucy
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Miss Kipper’s Slipper
There once was a young lady named Kipper
Who owned a rather fine old slipper.
A person named Dan
Was a generous man
And liked to spend time with Miss Kipper …
Miss Meek
When a young lady named Meek
Said, “your poetry is very bleak!”,
I said, with a sigh,
“You and I will die”,
Which made poor Miss Meek weep!
Safe in My Place
Safe in my place
I hear foxes bark
In the autumn dark.
In this semi-urban space
The foxes laugh and say
All this will pass away.
We Take Delight
We take delight
In friendship
And love.
Then comes the night.
There Once Was a Very Wise Old Rooster
There once was a very wise old rooster
Who decided to go for his Covid booster.
, But when he got there
A young nurse named Claire
Said, “this booster is not meant for you rooster!”
(I went for my Covid booster yesterday and, strange to say, not a rooster was in sight.
To be serious for a moment, if you are eligible for a booster, and have not yet had it, I would urge you to do so. The vaccine is helping to keep us all safe. Yes it doesn’t offer absolute protection, but we are now in a much better position than we where prior to the introduction of Covid vaccines).
When I Went to a Swingers Party
When I went to a swingers party
With my friend who is rather arty,
She stood in a corner
With an artist named Warner.
As for me, I’m not that arty …!
Ere I Wrote a Word
Ere I wrote a word
I heard the morning bird
Who knows not of plot,
Yet he
Inspires poetry.
Keats had his Nightingale.
But All hearts fail.
Though poetry lives on
When poets are gone
K Morris Poet on TikTok
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As I Walked in a Beautiful Hollow
As I walked in a beautiful hollow
A young lady asked me to follow.
She was pretty and witty
And came from the city.
But alas, she was so very hollow!
K Morris - Poet 