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 Lady Called Sky
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There Was A Young Boy Called Ed (a limerick for children)
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
There was a young man called Matt
Who said “poetry is old hat”.
His brother Jim
Disagreed with him.
It ended in a spat!
There Was A Young Leader Called Lee
There was a young leader called Lee
Who shouted “all you people follow me!”.
He ran straight ahead,
Then stopped dead,
On account of hitting a tree!
There Was A Young Man Called Nile
There was a young man called Nile
Who kept a pet crocodile.
The creature dreamed
Until, it seemed
He was back in the river Nile.
There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who climbed a very tall tree.
She yelled, with a frown
“Help me get down!”,
But I was lost at sea!
There Was A Young Conservative Called Fred
There was a young Conservative called Fred
Who dressed all in red.
His Socialist friend Yvette
Said “I have never yet
Seen a Tory turn so red”!
There Was A Young Man Called Jerry
There was a young man called Jerry
Who was overly fond of sherry.
He drank it all day
And his wife would say
“You will get no sense out of Jerry”!
A Review of my poetry cd
Thank you to Olivia Emily for reviewing my recently released poetry CD, which features me reading 13 of my poems. For the review please visit, https://libroliv.com/2017/03/07/k-morris-cd-review/.
If you are interested in obtaining a copy of the CD please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is given in this manner in order to deter spammers).
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
There was a young man called Guy
Who worked in a pig sty.
He was rather posh
And would say “golly and gosh”
To the pigs who lived in that sty!
K Morris - Poet 