When I found a young lady in red
Relaxing with my girlfriend in our large bed.
I said to her, “Pearl,
You are a wicked girl.
As you know that I don’t like red!”.
Pearl
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A Kind of Honesty
A delivery of pleasure.
She will come to me
For an hour or so.
We will spend our time.
But not in rhyme.
I, for my part
Know not her heart,
Nor she mine.
‘Tis merely pleasure.
The pleasure being mine.
Whilst Walking Down A Dimly Lit Street
Whilst walking down a dimly lit street
I met a policeman patrolling his beat.
He warned me of fallen women
And the grave dangers of sinning.
And Miss White, who patrols that beat …
There Once Was A girl With a Whip
There once was a girl with a whip
Who awoke respectable old gentlemen from their kip.
She would brandish the thing
And say, “this may sting!”,
As the gentlemen all begged for her whip!
Clair and the Infamous Old Stair
A most dissolute young lady named Claire
Hangs around an infamous old urban stair.
Petite Miss Coral
Calls her immoral.
But she hasn’t seen me with Claire …
Lyme Who Liked Internal Rhyme
There once was a poet named Lyme
Who wrote many a fine internal rhyme.
He met a girl named Pearl,
Who’s long blonde hair did curl.
But she disliked Lyme, and internal Rhyme
Miss Leigh
I know a young lady named Leigh
Who writes lots of extremely erotic poetry.
She is so very pretty,
And I am quite witty.
Do you think Leigh will marry me!
20 50
Me, much older.
Your head on my shoulder.
Your legs entwine with mine,
One, final, time.
Lust
Lust is like the ocean.
It’s tide carries us away.
Yet, unlike the great ocean,
Our lusts turn to clay.
A Gentleman Who Liked To Shoot Grouse
A gentleman who liked to shoot grouse
Was delighted by a large flying mouse.
He said to his cat,
“I’ll eat my old hat.
Along with those grouse and that mouse!”.
K Morris - Poet 