There was a young man of Boulder
Who carried a chip on his shoulder.
They said to him, “Matt,
You need to lose that!
Along with that fish on your shoulder!”
There Was a Young Man of Boulder
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A Poet’s Time
When wicked men
Indulge in sinning
With beautiful women,
A poet’s time
Falls to rhyme …
The Price
When I met a young lady named Grice
Who spoke of the great price of vice,
And her friend Miss Spink
Gave me a knowing wink,
I said, “what is the price of spice?”
The Thunder Spoke
The thunder spoke
And I awoke
To heavy rain.
I lay awake
Pondering on lakes
And climate change.
I took pleasure
In rainy weather
As a child
But this wild
Storm warns
Of change.
As I Boarded a First Class Carriage
As I boarded a first class carriage
I met a young lady from Harwich.
When she suggested an affair,
I said to her, Claire!
Not here! in this first class carriage!”
A Young Man Wearing Only One Sock
A young man wearing only one sock
Spent all his days saying “tick tock”.
When they said to him, “Hocking,
Have you lost a stocking?”,
He said, “no, I’ve lost a clock!”
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You Should Always Write What you Know
I met a young lady named Flow
Who said, “always write what you know”.
So I wrote something rude
And more than just crude,
And got sued by wicked Miss Flow
Brief
Church bells briefly heard.
Something falls
From an autumn tree.
A solitary
Bird briefly calls,
Maybe to me.
An Idle Thought
An idle thought.
Is it mere coincidence
That the word lust
Rhymes with dust?
K Morris - Poet 