As the meeting neared it’s end
My old friend
Who had not
Yet said a word,
(Leastways, I heard
him not),
Interrupted, and did say,
“Tick tock”.
Yet the clock
Is forever ticking away
our day,
Though oft we heed him not.
I know a young lady named Khan
Who invites me into her old barn.
In the new stable
Miss Mabel is able,
While Khan works hard in that barn.
When a clown whose name was Moat
Sang as he sank in a boat,
His friend Guy
Began to cry,
At the loss of his new boat …
There once was a man most dissolute
Who liked to play on his lute.
When the young women came round
You would hear a sweet sound
As he skillfully played on his lute!
A young lady whose name is Leigh
Has composed a poem all about me.
Her verse is so bad
That its driven critics mad,
And now they are all blaming me …!
There was a young lady named Lou
Who wore 1 sock and one shoe.
On the other foot
She carefully put
A clock which matched with Lou’s shoe!
I am swallowed by dark
In the churchyard at night.
Then a brief beam of the floodlight
Shows the graves all stark and white.
My feet return to peopled street
And I drink of life’s wine
For I must smile
While I have time.
There once was a police constable named Rose
Who was well known for wearing plain clothes.
A man called Matt
Wore only his hat,
And got arrested by Rose in plain clothes …!
Would I be glad to have
This thing called fame?
I think to win the game
Would be good.
But, in the wood
Leaves turn brown
On the ground.
When middle-aged men
(Their minds on sinning),
Flirt with young women,
Some humour them.
While others embrace
The grace
And charms
Of wealthy arms …
K Morris - Poet 