It was quick
In a bedsit
By a canal.
I have the name she
Gave to me.
Anyhow, I know that canal.
Her Name
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We Walked Through the Graveyard
We
Walked through the graveyard.
She
Is frightened of death.
Earlier we
Drank wine.
Our bed
Was hot
The dead
Are forever here.
The graveyard plot
Draws lovers near.
There Once Was a Kitten Named Mitten
There once was a kitten named Mitten
Who composed poetry all about Great Britain.
His verse was quite good
So I wish I could
Believe that Mitten was really a kitten!
Circular
A circular seat
Encompassing a tree.
Age will defeat
Thee and me.
The Golden Sun
The weather is hot.
I could call you
And specify what I …
The sun is hot
Our bodies like glue
In summer’s golden weather.
Shall we lie together
In the golden sun?
Honey, will you come?
Flair Who Was Concerned With My Immortal Soul
I met a young lady named Flair
Who said “you should take great care
As too many women
Are fond of sinning.
Now sir, will you mount the stair?”.
There Once Was a Pigeon Named Lou
There once was a pigeon named Lou
Who spent all her days saying coo.
But a grumpy old cat
Was not fond of that –
So one day Lou ceased to coo!
Last Night
A professional young lady named Miss White
Came round to my place last night.
The bishop was there
With his friend Claire.
And the stars they wink at night.
Fay Who Loved to Play
There once was a young lady named Fay
Who spent all of her day in play.
A most kindly old gnome
Would come round with Joan,
As they loved to play with Miss Fay.
Artificial Flowers
The hypnotic tick tock
Of a concealed clock.
Artificial flowers in a vase.
The truth is writ large.
I do not repent
Of their fleeting scent.
But time ends all rhyme.
K Morris - Poet 