A young lady who calls herself intellectual
Swears that she’s not at all sexual.
I’ve never seen her flirt
In her very short skirt,
As she’s pure and a true intellectual!
A Young Lady Who Calls Herself Intellectual
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When A Young Lady Named Louise
When a young lady named Louise
Suggested we walk in the autumn leaves,
And I asked, “will Claire be there?”,
She gave me a pearcing glare,
She’s a jealous young lady is Louise!
(The above was inspired by Lorraine’s beautiful poem, https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/2019/10/04/shenanigans/).
A Young Lady Named Claire
A young lady named Claire
Invited me into her lair,
Where we ate chocolate cake
But, when I tried to partake,
She threw me out of there!
Brass Tack
You left your shoes behind
And it still occupies my mind.
You were neither white nor black,
And there is no turning back
For those shoes you left behind,
Which still occupy my mind.
Your accent was upper class
But, somewhere along the line
Fine
Metal
Did settle
For brass.
You left your shoes behind
And they still occupy my mind.
It is rarely white or black.
And the way
To a brass tack
Is easier than some say.
Celebrate National Poetry Day
Today (3 October) is National Poetry Day here in the United Kingdom. This years theme is truth, although you can write about anything, https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/celebrate-national-poetry-day/.
To celebrate National Poetry Day I am publishing my poem “Shadows On The Wall”:
“Shadows on the wall,
I recall.
One cannot catch a shade,
For it is made
Of moonbeams
And passing dreams”.
“Shadows On The Wall” can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”, which is available in paperback and Kindle formats here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
If you wish to share a poem you can use the hashtag #NationalPoetryDay.
Wednesday Humour
When a young lady named May
Said, “its National Poetry Day Today”,
And I replied, “no, its tomorrow”,
She wept in such great sorrow,
That I said, “please, go away!”.
Awaking with the beautiful dawn
I gave a tremendous yawn,
And as I rolled over in bed
I with great pleasure said,
“Its nice to know you, Miss Dawn”.
A Young Man Named Steed
A young man named Steed
Having a very strong need,
Approached a girl called Nell
Who, I’m ashamed to tell,
Poured him some strong mead!
There Was A Young Man Named Steve
There was a young man named Steve
Whose habit it was to thieve.
He broke into the house of Hogg,
Who owns a fearce old dog,
And few people grieve for Steve!
When A Young Lady Named Henrietta
When a young lady named Henrietta
Sent me an extremely rude letter,
I replied in a trice,
“That was not very nice,
And your spelling is atrocious, Henrietta!”.
A Naughty Young Lady Named Bella
A naughty young lady named Bella
Had more than just 1 fella,
But a bishop called Paul
Didn’t like that at all,
So saved her, by marrying Bella!
