After a night of delight with Miss White
We got caught by my wife Mrs Right.
She comes from Bristol
And packs a pistol –
We ducked as she shot out the light!
After a Night of Delight with Miss White
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There Once Was a Demon Named Leeman
There once was a demon named Leeman
Who liked to dress as a seaman.
One day a press gang
Gave his head a bang
And that demon became a real seaman!
When I Met the Devil in Town
When I met the Devil in town,
I looked at him with a frown,
And said to him, “sir!
You must know Miss Flair!
As you are wearing her see-through nightgown!”.
A Garden in Early Spring
In early spring
A flock of pigeons takes flight.
A blackbird sings.
I could decide to go inside
As the temperature has dropped.
Yet, the blackbird has not stopped
His song, which brings delight.
So I stay as the day
Moves, imperceptibly, towards the night.
The Play of the Sunlight
I watch with delight
The play of the sunlight
On my wardrobe.
I came out of night
Unrobed into sunlight
To smile for a while.
And return to night.
There Once Was an Old Man in a Shroud
There once was an old man in a shroud
Who said, “this music is far too loud!”.
They said to him, “Ted!
We thought you where dead!”.
He said, “yes! And this music is too loud!”.
Magyar
When a young lady wearing no bra
Said, “do you know I’m a Magyar?”,
And I said, “so you are Hungary?”,
She replied, “no, I’ve just had tea!
But I just can’t find my bra!”
My Midnight Stroll
As I strolled home at just after midnight
I met a young lady under a street light.
We spent our time
In discussing fine rhyme,
As I explained to a police constable that night …!
Emily’s Carriage
The sunlight falls
Making shadows of trees and walls.
Emily Dickinson rode
In her carriage, on the road
To eternity.
One day I will ride beside
Miss Emily.
And I will see with Emily
Our vast eternity.
Miss Hopp Who Liked to Drink Pop
There was a young lady named Hopp
Who was extremely fond of drinking pop.
One day she tried beer
Which made her feel queer.
So henceforth she drank nothing but pop!
K Morris - Poet 