There once was a young lady named Heather
Who, wishing to find a gentleman of pleasure
Went out on the town
With her friend Miss Brown.
Where they met with the good vicar Leather.
The Pleasure Seekers
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Fruit Just Ripened
Fruit just
Ripened.
Half-excited,
Part-frightened
By lust.
Immorality
When a young lady named Miss Coral
Said, “sir, you are wicked and immoral!”.
My good friend Jean
Said, “he’s a libertine!”
As she handed the dictionary to Coral!
Miss Bland Who Was Fond of the Handstand
There once was a young lady named Bland
Who was an expert in performing the handstand.
She wore a short Dress
And along with Miss Bess
Was admired by the men of the land!
The Final Day of August
The final day of August
Brings Autumn’s coming chill.
Perhaps this is the last
Of Summer’s new-mown grass.
The eternal breeze
Rustles the leaves
And my once brown hair.
Fine Art
A young lady named Miss Heart
Is a connoisseur of fine art.
Whilst enjoying some wine
She greatly admired mine.
And then we discussed fine art.
Regret
He picks up the phone
And texts Louisa or Joan.
Or, whilst browsing the internet
He finds a brief forget
In the arms of Yvette.
When she’s gone away he will say,
“I felt her youthful hand in mine
And to forget regret, poured more wine.
But the tick tock of the clock
Brought to mind, that old voyeur, Time.”
The Tide
Society rides
The tides
Of collectivism
And individualism.
Whilst in Highgate
Spencer and Marx
Continue their decay.
(Note: Karl Marx’s grave in Highgate Cemetery is almost directly opposite to that of the champion of liberal individualism, Herbert Spencer. See https://highgatecemetery.org/visit/cemetery/east#featurephoto71).
My Luncheon
Whilst sitting at my rather good luncheon
I got hit by a squeaky truncheon!
I said to Claire,
“Now hold on there!
I didn’t request a truncheon for luncheon!”
Philosophical Miss Page
A most philosophical young lady named Miss Page
Said, “this world is but an unreal stage.
But, let us 2 dance
And perchance find some romance”.
So we did, and crashed through the stage!
K Morris - Poet 