A lightning flash
The splash
Of urban rain.
The roar
Of Thor
In London town.
Civilisation goes down
In fire
And rain.
Civilisation
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A Young Lady from Crystal Palace
A young lady from Crystal Palace
Is known to me as Alice.
She calls men her honey
And steals all their money.
And now she’s buying a palace!
I Never Go
I never go
To the casino
As cards and dice
Are not my vice …!
I Once Met a Girl with a Lettuce
I once met a girl with a lettuce
Who spoke to me of her peculiar fetish.
Some girls they love whipped cream
But to me it does seem
That you can’t beat a girl’s fetish lettuce!
The Punter
I have checked the clock
And, hearing a car stop
And the rhythm
Of heels coming,
Have thought on time running
Away for she and me.
I have striven
When all alone,
To avoid the winking telephone
And the internet of regret.
But fearful dust
Brings on lust.
Soon Autum Will Come
Soon Autumn will come
And girl’s feet pass
Over leaves and grass.
But the churchyard clock
They will notice not.
Alone in My Bedroom
Alone in my bedroom
As the sunlight falls
On bed and walls.
No scent of perfume
To sweeten my room,
Just the morn
Turning to noon.
We are but sunlight
Taken by night.
Elane Who Liked to Dance in the Rain
There was a young lady named Elane
Who liked to dance in the rain.
When the weather was dry
She would weep and sigh,
Then sing, which brought on the rain!
The Wet Churchyard Earth
The wet churchyard earth
Speaks of nature’s rebirth.
The graveyard grass smells fresh.
I see life and death.
Drought
Dry leaves hang
On waiting trees.
The dead litter
The cracked ground.
Our bitter
Harvest of drought.
K Morris - Poet 