There was a young man called Clive
Who sat on a beehive.
With a pearcing scream
He awoke from his dream,
That fortunate young man called Clive!
There Was A Young Man Called Clive
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There Was A Young Lady Called Claire
There was a young lady called Claire
Who met me on the stair.
Her sister Lou
Saw us two
And gave a knowing stare …
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There was a young lady called Clare
Who met me on the stair.
My mistress Lou
Was feeling blue
So joined us on the stair …
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When A Girl Does Acquiesce
When a girl does acquiesce
To a lover’s caress
And undress,
The honest man must confess
That sometimes he
Finds an ordinary she
And the thought,
The silk and lace,
The chase
Are all
And the fall
Naught.
There Was A Young Academic Called Moore
There was a young academic called Moore
Who did her studies adore.
She gave me tuition
Which led to perdition.
That studious young lady called Moore!
I Know A Young Lady Called Ling
I know a young lady called Ling
Who is extremely left-wing.
But on meeting a man called Night
Who is of the centre-right
I confess they had a fling!
A Philosophical Young Lady Called Mable
A philosophical young lady called Mable
Dressed in the colour sable.
When a young man named Guy
Asked her “why?”
She said “Existence is merely a fable!”.
Pontificate
There was a young lady called Kate
Who liked to pontificate.
She insisted that she was right
And every night
Kate would prate and prate!
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A review of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”
I was pleased to receive the below review of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”:
“Having read previous poetry collections by the author, I was eager to read this one. I was not disappointed. This is a great collection of thought-provoking poems. “Indefinable” is a particular favourite of mine from this collection”.
For the above review please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2506614343?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1.
You can find “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/
Out Of Time
I see a line
Of pert
Girls who flirt.
But I find
That they have time
On their mind.
On hot nights
They pass in tites
Or with legs bare.
Black or white
I do not care.
But when clocks chime
We are out of time.
K Morris - Poet 