When a naughty young lady named Miss Lina
Decided to steal my battered old Ford Cortina,
A policeman called Guy
Said, “I’d rather die,
Than be seen driving that battered old Cortina!”.
Lina the Car Thief
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Whilst Drinking the Finest Wine Over Dinner
Whilst drinking the finest wine over dinner
I was approached by a beautiful sinner.
She said, “will you join me
For delicious hot crumpet and tea?”.
I said, “I’ve not yet finished dinner!”.
Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s day.
He would propose
With a rose,
But the government does say,
“Stay away
From your lover.
On Valentine’s day!
Its true that you
May infect one another.
And if you do,
Not your romance cease
The police
Will issue a fine
for breech of lockdown!
You may your sorrows drown
Alone, at home
In beer or fine wine.
But do not go online
For there you will find
Young women who will, if the price be right,
Keep you snug and warm, on this Valentine’s night …”.
February Author Newsletter
I have just published a February author newsletter, which can be viewed here.
The newsletter contains a link to my interview on Vancouver Coop Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, which took place on 17th December 2020. In addition, I have included two audio book recommendations, and news of my forthcoming poetry pamphlet.
If You Hear A Wicked Rumour
If you hear a wicked rumour
About an extremely beautiful young perfumer,
By the name of Miss White,
And what we did last night.
Remember, its just a wicked rumour!
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If you hear a wicked rumour
About an extremely beautiful young perfumer,
By the name of Miss White
And what we did last night.
Remember, she’s a beautiful young perfumer …
The Wind in the Tree
As I
Pass by
A tree
I hear the wind,
And ponder
On my mortality.
And wonder,
How many see
In wind and tree,
Their own mortality.
The Myth of Progress
A good article entitled “The Myth of “Progressive” Thinking”, https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/the-myth-of-progressive-thinking
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“Progress” is, I believe a much misused and abused word.
Naked Poetry
When a young lady said to me,
Kevin, are you fond of naked poetry?”.
I said, “my dear Heather
It is such cold weather.
So please provide lots of hot tea!”.
Miss Spink’s Kink
When a young lady named Miss Spink
Said, “sir, have you seen my kink?”.
That terrible old killjoy Clair
Said, “its in her hair”.
But Spink, she gave me a wink!
February Snow
Walking through the churchyard snow
I think
On those below.
Footprints in the February snow
Soon will go.
But ink
On a page
May still engage
Though the poet is gone.
His words live on.
Else they go,
As does the February snow.
K Morris - Poet 