There was a ghost called Frank,
Who liked his chains to clank
In a manner most foul,
(Which caused the dogs to howl)!
And his stare was cold and blank.
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A disreputable old ghost called Frank
Liked his chains to clank.
He stole a young lady’s towel,
In a manner most foul
As she lazed on the river bank.
There was a young man called Ron
Who wrote a poem about a swan.
He said to the bird,
“Have you my poem heard?”
But the swan had long since gone.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘There was a young man from Whitehall’
There was a young man from Whitehall
Who said “all empires fall”.
He wore a threadbare suit
And owned only one boot,
But his name I don’t recall.
There was a young man called Matt
Who kept an enormous rat.
It caused the girls to scream,
But some say I dream,
And it was, in fact a cat!
There was a young man called Birch
Who never would go to church.
The vicar did say
“For your soul I shall pray.
You reprehensible young man called Birch!”
There was an old reactionary called Paul
Who said “I shall forestall
The coming age”,
So, in rage
He built a very high wall!
There was a young lady called Sky
Who stood at six feet high.
When she removed her high heeled shoes,
Six inches she did lose,
Which made her boyfriend cry.
There was a young boy called Ed
Who wrote a story about his ted.
His mother did remark,
“It is getting dark,
And you and ted must go to bed!”
(Ted or teddy, is frequently used as a shortened form of teddy bear, particularly by young children).
There was a young man called Matt
Who said “poetry is old hat”.
His brother Jim
Disagreed with him.
It ended in a spat!
K Morris - Poet 