When a young lady named Anita
Sat on a very hot heater,
She said a word
That I’ve rarely heard,
And was chastised by her teacher!
When A Young Lady Named Anita
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A Young Man Who Liked Women and Booze
A young man who liked women and booze
Was also extremely fond of his girlfriend’s shoes.
His latest conquest, who was called Pearl,
Said, “you set my head in a whirl,
But please don’t borrow my shoes!”.
I Saw A Great Bough
I saw a great bough
Brought low.
But oh
How the birds sing,
And soon, it will be spring.
Women
Some women
I see in shoes
Caked in mud.
Such women
Are good.
So why do I choose
Those in high-heels,
Who flirt
But know not the noble dirt
Of fields?
When a girl’s perfume
Fills the room
It is easy to pretend
My friend
That we do not yield
To the good mud
Of the fields,
In the end.
There Once Was A Labrador Called Trigger
There once was a labrador called Trigger
Whose stomach it grew ever bigger.
When they said, “eat less grub!”,
He went down to the local pub,
Where he showed off his beautiful figure!
Whilst Taking Tea with the Vicar
Whilst taking tea with the vicar
Who has a dodgy old ticker,
A young lady named Hocking
Showed off her new stockings,
Which almost killed the vicar!
A Young Lady Named Lou
A young lady named Lou
Is fond of the high-heel shoe.
She has quite a collection,
And I’ve done an inspection,
And I’ve also seen Lou’s shoe!
When A Robber Rude and Bold
When a robber rude and bold
Said, “hand over all your gold!”,
I said, “I’m not at all witty,
And don’t work in the city,
So alas you’ll have no shining gold!”.
When A Young Lady Named White
When a young lady named White
Said, “wickedness takes place at night”.
I said, “that is so shocking.
You’d best take off your stockings
And stay with me for tonight!”.
Oh What Would I Give To See Where Nymphs Live
Oh what would I give
To see where nymphs live!
Strolling through forest glade
I have met
Many a staid maid.
I regret
That, on my way
Through forest green
I have never seen
Flighty Aphrodite.
But, perchance
I may
Join nymphs in their dance
One day,
And hear Pan’s pipes play.
K Morris - Poet 