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
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
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
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
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 …!
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 …
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
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 …!
Soon November
Will become December
And January
Will follow on.
How soon
Another year
Is gone!
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 …!”.
K Morris - Poet 