When a young lady named Gwen
Said, “I am god’s gift to men”,
I said, “my dear sweet girl
You set my head in a whirl,
But could you return my pen?”.
When A Young Lady Named Gwen
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When A Religious Young Lady Named White
When a religious young lady named White
Entered my bedchamber at midnight,
And I said, “please stay,
She said, “we should pray”,
And then she turned out the light.
To and Fro
The razor does go
To and fro
As he shaves me.
We speak of women,
And his hands go
To and fro.
“Would you like anything else?”, he asks,
His task
Maybe, complete.
I think of young women’s feet
But say,
“Not today”.
There Was A Young Lady Named Dora
There was a young lady named Dora
And many holy men did adore her.
By her winking red light
I watched good bishop White,
Trying to save that young lady Dora.
Her Sweet Laughter
Your witty
Word, heard
By a pretty
Girl, produces laughter.
And after
Her sweet laughter,
You dream
Of dinner and wine,
For ’tis a fine
Thing to dream
Decay
I smell the decay
On an autumn day.
I shall rhyme
For a time,
For fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
I Met A Young Lady Named Nell
I met a young lady named Nell
In the bar of a certain hotel.
As it was growing late
A pretty waitress called Kate
Said, “I’ve a bedtime story to tell”.
General Election Humour
The Labour Manifesto says this,
Whilst the Conservatives says that,
And the Downing Street cat
Thinks it such great bliss,
When it smells a rat.
When An Angry Young Gentleman Named Dave
When an angry young gentleman named Dave
Called me a very wicked knave,
I said, “as for your sister,
Really, its impossible to resist her,
And your housemaid is far from staid!”.
Show Not Tell
A young woman, of 20 or so
And a man, old enough to be her father,
Booked into a cheap, backstreet hotel.
You know
Very well, that the writer should show,
But would you rather
I tell?
K Morris - Poet 