Slippery money
Made of plastic.
A honey,
Her morals elastic.
Money smooth
As honey’s skin.
Slippery Money
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There Once Was A Poet Named Bannon
There once was a poet named Bannon
Who spoke of the great literary cannon.
But his poor verse
It grew steadily worse –
So they shot him with that cannon!
Anna’s Spanner
A young lady named Anna
Whacks me with her spanner.
But I never complain
As her cousin Jane,
Has such a pleasant manner!
The Brand
There is no brand of P
Upon her youthful forehead.
And no letter C
Upon his grey head.
And, in polite society,
There is what we call invisibility.
Oak
“Oh ancient oak tree
What do you see?”.
“Many a past century.
People toing and froing,
Their lives going …
The war memorial nearby,
And I
See thee
Pass by”.
The Man with a Goat in a Boat
There once was a man in a boat
Who wrote a poem on his pet goat.
The goat gave a yawn
And, with his great horn,
Tossed that man right out of that boat!
The Old Rake
There once was a most dissolute old rake
Who, on being rescued from a great lake,
Spoke of sinning
With gorgeous women –
So they threw him back in that lake!
A Respectable Girl
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who is admired as a respectable girl.
When we meet
She’s always discreet.
So she’s admired as a respectable girl …
I Heard Your Heart Beat
I heard your heart beat
As you lay with me.
Each clock wound
Must run down.
And in our final heart beat
We find Old Father Time.
Bamboo
A young lady whose name is Jane
Is an expert in pleasure and pain.
My friend Lou
Loves the bamboo.
And her bottom is stinging from Jane!
K Morris - Poet 