When a young lady whose name is Hocking
Said, “have you seen my brand new stocking?”,
I said, “have you tried my double bed?,
Its comfortable, and perhaps you’ll find your stocking.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Hocking
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Whilst Walking In The Wintery Weather
Whilst walking in the wintery weather
I met a young lady of pleasure,
Who wore a very short dress,
Which, I have to confess,
Was strange, as it was freezing weather!
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Pinky
A young lady whose name is Pinky
Wore a dress both short and slinky.
She came round to my place
Dressed in fine silk and lace,
To discuss philosophy over a drinkie.
When I Met A Naughty Young Maid
When I met a naughty young maid
Who said, “sir, have you been paid?”,
I said, “you are pretty,
And more than just witty,
But I regret you’re not very staid!
When I Met A Pretty Young Maid
When I met a pretty young maid
Who said, “my beauty ’twill most surely fade.
Life ’tis like the poor flower,
Which lasts but a brief hour”,
I said, “your looks they will surely degrade!”.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Yvette
When a young lady whose name is Yvette
Said, “my darling, will you be my pet?,
We’ll be passionate in the heather
And I’ll dress in tight leather”.
I said, “But Yvette, we’ve only just met!”.
A young Lady Whose Name Is Jane
A young lady whose name is Jane
Has composed a poem about a train.
It goes like an express,
And her speed does impress.
But lets now turn to that train!
When A Young Lady of Ealing
When a young lady of Ealing
Said, “I have a peculiar feeling”,
And I said, “take off your dress
As it will relieve your stress”,
Her right hook sent me reeling!
My Friend, Whose Name Is Miss Hiller
My friend, whose name is Miss Hiller
Has recently published her brand new thriller.
My pleasure is always great,
And I also can’t wait,
To enjoy Miss Hiller’s brand new thriller
There Once was A Poet Named Heart
There once was a poet named Heart
Whose verse was so bleak and dark,
That a demon called Lee
Said, “I weep for thee”,
But his tears they just wouldn’t start!
K Morris - Poet 