When a young lady whose name is Sue
Lost a brand new shoe,
My wife Jane
Did bitterly complain,
When she found that shoe of Sue …
—
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Misplaced a brand new shoe,
I very much regret
That my dog Jet
Chewed that brand new shoe!
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When a young lady whose name is Sue
Said, “its perfectly true!”.
I made reply,
“Young lady you lie!
I can’t believe that of Lou!”.
There once was a man with a beard
Who the people thought rather weird.
He lived in a tumbled down house
Along with a mouse,
Of which he was afeared!
—
There once was a man with a beard
Whose hair was long and seared.
He lived all alone
In a castle of stone
And he never shaved his beard!
Not quite knowing what to do
She removes a shoe
Then, for the first time,
Is immortalised in rhyme
One leaf, lost amongst a myriad trees
Though, perchance, someone sees
(Or has seen)
My book. And, having looked, does glean
Something beyond the machine.
An anoying young lady named White
Keeps me awake at night.
At 12 am
I am sleeping when
She sings “Silent night!”.
—
An anoying young lady named White
Keeps me awake at night.
At 12 am
I am sleeping when
She dances a sailor’s hornpipe!
—
I said to my friend Miss White
“Your company is a true delight.
We have strolled together
Through all kinds of weather,
But must you swing from the bedroom light?”
Awaking at 3 am
I took up my quill pen,
But being unable to think
I drank some black ink,
And swallowed that quil pen.
—
Awaking at 3 am
I took up my quill pen,
But being unable to think
I took to strong drink,
And conversed with a chicken called Glen.
She undresses.
Suffers caresses.
Money impresses.
While out in the fields making hay
I met a young lady named Fay.
By the light of the moon
We ran the egg and spoon,
And then we collapsed in the hay!
K Morris - Poet 