There was a young lady named Amie
Who, feeling that life was a little samey,
Modelled for an erotic poster
On a roller coaster,
With a nurse whose name was Janey!
There Was A Young Lady Named Amie
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Poetry Dies
Poetry dies
In the poet’s eyes,
Or is it the skies
That turn black
So that he
And thee
Are unable to see?
Lost Souls
We listened to music divine.
The wine
Was okay.
I knew
You would stay
For we had arranged it that way,
Love for a day
For which we would pay.
Both, in our own way
Short Story Vending Machine
My thanks to the young lady who drew my attention to this article during our chat earlier today,
A Beautiful Young Lady Named Vixen
A beautiful young lady named Vixen
Likes to write flash fiction,
Whilst in my bedroom
And wearing sweet perfume.
But alas, this rhyme is only fiction!
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who, due to feeling blue,
Went on a roller coaster
With her brand new toaster,
And a pig whose snout was blue!
Bud
Sometimes I would
That the bud
Could stay
That way.
In spring
Birds sing
And buds, for an hour,
Flower.
Coconut Oil
You, so slim
And supple,
Caused me to forget
My regret
And toil
In your soft brown skin,
And coconut oil.
A couple
For the night.
With the morning light
I was left, bereft
With the fading excite
Of the scent of coconut oil
From your brown girl skin,
Permeating the sheet
Where 2 strangers did, for a moment, meet.
There Once Was A Sad Old Clown
There once was a sad old clown
Who made the people frown.
His act was so bad
That it drove them all mad,
So they drummed him out of town!
When A Young Lady with Knobbly Knees
When a young lady with knobbly knees
Said, “your dog undoubtedly has fleas!”,
He remarked, with a bark,
“The truth is stark,
Young lady, you have knobbly knees!”.
K Morris - Poet 