When a beautiful young lady named Liver
Said, “my sweet come hither.
I am not to blame
For my strange name”,
She set my heart aquiver!
When A Beautiful Young Lady Named Liver
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My Good Friend Whose Name Is Moriah
My good friend whose name is Moriah
Has a most natural desire,
But being a gentleman of discretion
I shall make no confession,
Concerning me and my good friend Moriah …
When The Chips Are Down
When the chips
Are down and order slips,
Who will stand, one with the other?
“You are my brother”,
(Tis so easy to say),
But when the chips
Are down and order slips,
Will I be your brother
Or something other
– A man who when order slips
And there are no chips
Says, through trembling lips,
“I am for
Whoever can restore
A semblance of law
Be he
Ever so cruel,
For when the chips
Are down and order slips,
Most men will grin
And save their own skin
For Hobbes’s rule
Applies when there are no chips
And order slips”.
A Young Lady By The Name Of Claire
A young lady by the name of Claire
Said, “life it just isn’t fair.
You say I’m your muse
But you continue to confuse,
Me with that girl with the messed up hair!”.
I Know A Young Lady Named Dawn
I know a young lady named Dawn
Who is a goddess in human form.
When I asked her out
You should have heard her shout,
“Stop trampling my father’s corn!”.
Rose
On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.
Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.
All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still
Girls And Their Clothes
Some girls fold
With great care
Their clothes on a chair
Ere they go
To bed.
While others throw
Their dress,
In a mess
On the ground.
I have found
That a few will hang
From the door
For the floor
Is a mess
And a girl must not soil
Or spoil
Her dress.
But what can be said
Of her head?
Sunday Evening Humour
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
She is slim and petite
And lives on my street,
And her eyebrows they twist and curl!
—
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
She is slim and petite
But her huge boyfriend Pete,
Keeps me away from his girl!
—
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
I very much regret
That her pretty friend Yvette
Refuses to give me a twirl!
—
I know a young lady named Pearl
Whose father is some kind of earl.
When I asked for his daughter’s hand
He bribed me with much land,
So I dumped that young lady Pearl!
Her Training
She takes off her t-shirt.
The trainers go,
And her legs also
She does show.
No flirt,
Just a messed up girl who
Loses sock and shoe
In order to train.
She Kept Her Heels On
She kept
Her heels on
At his request.
They dallied.
She tallied,
Then was gone.
Noone wept.
K Morris - Poet 