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A Fallen Tree

On 3 December, I published this poem, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/12/03/i-passed-a-log/. Below is a slightly reworked version of my composition entitled A Fallen Tree:

 

 

A fallen tree

Spoke to me

On a

December day.

 

Once it stood

In ancient wood.

Now I

Pass by

As December grows colder

And I ever older.

 

I Would Rather Delve

I would rather delve

Into dusty bookshelves.

There are other pleasures,

But the treasures

Of literature stay

While a girl’s smile

Soon fades away.

 

Yet, literature has no arms

And, on a December day

Young women’s charms

May tempt me away

From my dust covered books

To girl’s who’s looks

Must fade to dust,

Though today they may play.

I Met a Young Lady Named Marge

I met a young lady named Marge

Who posts lots of ads for massage.

And when I got there

A police constable called Claire

Charged me and Marge on a barge!

I Passed a Log

I passed a log

With my dog

On a December day.

Once it stood

In this ancient wood.

 

 

Now I

Pass by

As December grows colder,

And I ever  older.

As I Strolled Home One Dark December Night

As I strolled home one dark December night

I met a young lady dressed in white.

Her skirt being real short

I thought that I ought

To lend her my coat that cold night …!

 

On Observing a Traffic Jam

Observing a traffic jam

I am amazed

And give due praise

To this idol

From the bible

That we call progress.

 

 

For progress

Does redress

All our ills.

The traffic stills

And I

Walk by …

Whats in a Name

When a young lady named Miss Grace

Said, “I work hard on the coalface”.

And I said, “you’re a miner?”,

She said, “No! my name is Jemima!

And my cousin’s name it is Grace!”.

 

When I Met a Young Lady Online

When I met a young lady online

Who goes by the name of Divine,

And she called me her honey,

And she asked me for money,

I didn’t swallow that young lady’s line …!

The Corrupt City

When I met a young lady named Witty

Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,

I said, “many women grace

My fine old country place.

Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.