You, so slim
And supple,
Caused me to forget
My regret
And toil
In your soft brown skin,
And coconut oil.
A couple
For the night.
With the morning light
I was left, bereft
With the fading excite
Of the scent of coconut oil
From your brown girl skin,
Permeating the sheet
Where 2 strangers did, for a moment, meet.
There once was a sad old clown
Who made the people frown.
His act was so bad
That it drove them all mad,
So they drummed him out of town!
When a young lady with knobbly knees
Said, “your dog undoubtedly has fleas!”,
He remarked, with a bark,
“The truth is stark,
Young lady, you have knobbly knees!”.
The poet sees
The birds and the bees.
The overheard act
Of a fact
Of life.
Wholly unintentional
And inconsequencial,
The poet sees
The birds and the bees.
Excited sighs,
Slowly dies.
Tick tock
Of clock.
Lovers they
Can not stay.
The white cliffs of Dover may remain
Though the express train
Negotiates a perilous ledge.
Or over the edge
We may go
Though ignorant armies say, “below
Lies salvation
For the nation”.
I shall read Arnold’s “Dover Beach”
And think on bad
Faith
And mad
Men
When a young lady whose name is Gail
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper!
Please pass me my Daily Mail”.
—
When a young lady whose name is Gail
Decided the great ocean to sail,
In a boat of tissue paper,
I said, “’tis a foolish caper,
You should go to sea on a whale!”.
A ghost
From the Ivory Coast,
She paces,
Her body bare
To England’s air.
She has been to places
That he
Would not wish to see.
Would it be rude
To intrude
On her thought?
Perhaps he ought
Not. Yet she is nude,
And here for him
And his sin
Is she not?
When a cat by the name of Mable
Sat eyeing a bird table,
A crow called Jo
Said, “stay down below,
As this table is very unstable!”.
When a young lady whose name is Crystal
Said, “elope with me to Bristol”,
And I asked, “why so?”
She replied, “I just happen to know,
That there’s lots to do in Bristol!”.
K Morris - Poet 