A young lady named Claire
Invited me into her lair,
Where we spent a most enjoyable time
Engaged in performing great rhyme,
Until her husband he found us there!
A Young Lady Named Claire
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A Young Man Whose Name Is Mow
A young man whose name is Mo
Said, “it fills me with great woe
When I see so many beautiful young women
Who spend all of their time sinning,
And the red lights they so eriely glow!
When A Young Lady Named Claire
When a young lady named Claire
Tied me up with her hair,
And I said, “is this right?”,
She replied, “its just for tonight”.
Good gentlemen, please beware of Claire!
When A Pretty But Strict Young Nurse
When a pretty but strict young nurse
Said, “your verse it grows steadily worse!”,
I said, “please, help it grow better”,
So she gave me a medical letter,
Which was written all in free verse!
When A Strange Young Lady Named White
When a strange young lady named White
Climbed into my bed late last night,
And I said a most friendly “hello!”,
She said, “I think you should know,
That my reputation is whiter than white!”.
When A Naughty Young Lady Named Linda
When A naughty young lady named Linda
Said, “I shall find a date using Cinder,
They said, “do you mean the Tinder app?”,
She replied, “I need that kind of chap,
Who is handsome and hot as a cinder!”.
When A Young Lady of France
When a young lady of France
Said, “you men have no romance!”,
And I said, “come over here
And we’ll drink lots of beer!”,
She returned with speed to France!
When A Young Man of France
When a young man of France
Asked to see a lap dance
And they offered him overpriced, lukewarm champagne,
He said, “if its all the same,
I’d rather just see a lap dance!”.
A Young Man Named Hopp
A young man named Hopp
Beats me with his mop.
I’ve begged him to desist,
But he continues to persist.
He’ll surely break that mop!
When The Vicar’s Daughter Lost Her Frock
When the vicar’s daughter lost her frock
The whole parish received a great shock,
But ’twas found in my house
By the good vicar’s noble spouse,
Whilst drunk on the bishop’s fine hock!
K Morris - Poet 