When a young lady skating on thin ice
Said, “sir, I am really not into vice!”.
I tried to believe her,
But she was a deceiver.
As her skates broke through that thin ice!
Thin Ice
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The Marketplace
A man in need of company.
A girl who is free,
For a fee.
So many things can be bought.
I know one can buy
The finest art.
But the heart
Of an escort
Is never bought.
Effect of Producing a Second Edition of a Book on Book Reviews
I am considering revising/extending my “Selected Poems”, as there is new material which I would like to include. Consequently I am thinking of producing a second edition.
I would be grateful for the advice of my readers regarding whether a second edition would mean that the reviews in respect of the current (and only edition) would be lost? Or is it possible to publish a second edition whilst keeping the reviews for the first one?
You can find my “Selected Poems” here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/
Any advice would be gratefully received.
Kevin
Miss White’s Tambourine
A musical young lady named White
Likes to visit me at midnight.
I’ve often seen
Her fine tambourine,
As we play together at midnight.
When A Young Lady With A Bushy Beard
When a young lady with a bushy beard
Said, “sir, your conduct is really quite weird!”.
I said, “my dear Lou
That may well be true.
But why is that shoe in your beard?”.
Miss May and the Roue
When an innocent young lady named Miss May
Met with a most wicked old roue,
Her mother said to her, “beware,
Lest you end up like Claire!”.
And the roue said, “we meet again May!”.
Miss Flow and the Rake
A young lady named Miss Flow
Has morals so extremely low
That a dissolute old rake
Jumped in a great lake,
To escape that low Miss Flow!
Miss Brown
Last night, whilst out on the town
I met a young lady named Brown.
Awaking in the early morning,
With much stretching and yawning,
I found neither my wallet or Brown!
A Girl’s Innocence
A girl’s innocence is divine.
Her purity attracts. Distracts.
And oft, after wine,
To sin, is truly divine.
Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose
A wooded path:
Beauty in bleakness;
Fallen leaves stirred by a chill winter’s breeze.
Cold cuts like a knife.
Exhilarating to be alive.
(“Beauty in Bleakness” can be found in “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, https://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/
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