There once was a young man named Lyme
Who fought a duel with Old Father Time.
But, as day followed day
Old Father Time slipped away.
For only a fool will duel with time.
Lyme Who Fought a Duel with Old Father Time
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The Easter Bunny
I met a young lady named Honey
Who was dressed as the Easter Bunny.
I said, “are you up for fun?”.
And she produced a very big gun.
So that bunny got all my money!
A very happy Easter to all of my readers!
Kevin
There Once Was a Man Named Rory
There once was a man named Rory
Who was a traditional one nation Tory.
His lover Miss White
Was a true Thatcherite.
And her boyfriend he didn’t like Rory!
Miss Box
There once was a young lady named Box
Whose habit it was to ride a fox.
As she rode around town
In her most flimsy nightgown
The vicar yelled, “I still have your socks!”.
Whilst Whirling in a Very Fast Waltz
Whilst whirling in a very fast waltz
A young lady said, “are you false?”.
I said, “all our romance
‘Tis brief as this dance.
So lets just enjoy this sweet waltz!”.
Barefoot
I have never seen her barefoot, but …
Ted’s Bed
There once was a young man named Ted
Who lay dozing upon a brand new bed.
A young lady called Claire
Said, “do excuse me sir,
But are you going to buy that bed?”.
Gentleman’s Club
My dear friend, the talented and beautiful Miss Rose
Works in a club where they say anything goes.
There is lots of fine wine
And all the girls are divine.
And I’m off now to retrieve all my clothes ..
When the Talented and Beautiful Miss Rose
When the talented and beautiful Miss Rose
Jumps up and down on my toes,
I say, between squeals,
“I love your heels.
But please don’t jump on my toes!”.
—
When the talented and beautiful Miss Rose
Jumps up and down on my toes,
I say, between squeals,
“Take off those heels!
And why are you wearing no clothes!”.
Dogs in Literature
A fascinating post on the blog Interesting Literature about the symbolism of dogs in literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2021/03/dogs-symbolism-in-literature-and-myth-meaning-analysis/.
I have myself composed a number of poems about my former (and still very much missed) guide dog Trigger, including this one entitled “To a Departed Dog”:
“Sometimes I see
You in front of me,
Or imagine you at
My side. I
Go to pat
You under the table,
Where you so often sat.
I am not able.
You are not coming back.”
(“To a Departed Dog” appears in “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, which can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F).
