When an annoying young man named Royce
Said “please don’t raise your voice!”,
And I replied, “I am speaking low!”,
And he remarked, “I know!”,
I used a word most choice!
When An Anoying Young Man Named Royce
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A Sign Fell Yesterday
A sign fell.
I can not tell
What it said,
As being blind
I could not read
This fallen thing
Brought down by the wind.
Perhaps it advertised “property for sale”,
Or some such
Stuff at which people clutch.
It was blowing a gale
Yesterday.
There Once Was A Man Named Hurd
There once was a man named Hurd
Who, wishing to fly like a bird
Flapped both of his arms,
Which caused great alarms,
And the vicar to say a rude word!
A Bird At Dusk I Left
A bird,
At dusk I left
Singing in the darkening park.
I heard
As I walked away
His song,
And half longed to stay,
But left
My solitary friend
To wend
My way home
Alone, save for his evening hymn,
Which is now a part
Of my oh, so human, heart
Chrysanthemums
Supermarket aisles.
Plastic smiles
And chrysanthemums I bought
As they brought
To mind
My grandfather’s garden, and hours
Spent amongst the scent
Of flowers.
Yet I find
But little scent
In these doctored blooms.
Twig
On my way
Through the park today
I did
Snap a twig
And the wind said unto me,
“How easy ’tis, to break a twig,
Or tree”.
A Forward Young Lady Named Pam
A forward young lady named Pam
Maintains an Instagram,
Containing lots and lots
Of hot erotic shots,
But you should see my Instagram …!
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A forward young lady named Pam
Maintains an Instagram,
Containing lots and lots
Of hot erotic shots,
Or so I’m told by Pam …!
Note: I don’t have an Instagram. Leastways I am not admitting to having one …
The Lover of Fruit
Such fruits have I had.
Seduced by the juice
Of the just ripe pear.
Oh yes, I have been there.
Sometimes I have been glad
At the fruits I have had.
The soft peach
And the perfect pear,
Just out of reach,
Has driven me half-mad.
Oh yes, I have been there.
I know
How the low
Bough, laden with maiden
peach and pear
Calls, And how easily it falls
Into the hand of the lover of peach and pear.
Oh yes, I have been there.
Such fruits have I had.
Seduced by the juice
Of the just ripe pear..
Oh yes, I have been there.
I Know A Young Carpenter Named Mable
I know a young carpenter named Mable
Who is willing but not always able.
When she came round to mine,
We enjoyed lots of wine,
But she never started that table …
The Weather Is Unsettled
The weather is unsettled,
Free. And me?
K Morris - Poet 