Sitting here in my gown
I remember my once brown
Hair, now white.
Fishing is delight
(And often pain).
And frequently we gain
Our wish in fish.
But oh! how quickly our desire
For a particular fish does expire.
And then we fish
For yet more fish.
But time’s great line
Hooks us all
In the end.
Dusk softly falls
. As blackbirds call
Tis a kind of poetry
As brother calls to brother.
Or, more prosaically,
Its merely territory.
But tis poetry to me.
My friend who is high in society
Said, “Kevin, I am fond of variety.
That pretty Miss Lou
Goes well with Sue!”.
I said, “there’s some merit in sobriety!”.
As I entered my fine old bedroom
I met a young lady named Moon.
I said, “my dear,
What brings you here?”.
She said, “you’re smoking a magic mushroom!”.
I once had a friend with a sister
And no man was able to resist her.
I dated that girl,
Whose name was Pearl.
Until she swapped me for an old transistor!
I dreamed of you last night
And by the morning’s dim light
I listened to the rain
And thought of Lady Macbeth
Whose Heart
Shakespeare’s art
Made clean
In death.
When an expert in the field of vice
Said, “sir, you are not at all nice!”.
I said, “dear Yvette
I really do regret
That I have no money for your vice!”.
I left the woodland path
To let the couple pass,
And heard the young girl laugh.
I think on urban foxes mating
And remember men impatiently waiting
Whilst the police cleared away.
All this fleeting thought
Of our brief day
Must end in nought.
There was a young lady named Flo
Who liked to go to the disco.
She was pretty and blonde
And lived in a pond,
Where the fish they liked to disco!
I met a young lady named Autumn
Who said she was up for fun.
I often recall
How leaves fall
And Autumn, who was such great fun!
K Morris - Poet 