There was a young lady called Emma
Who took ill while visiting Vienna.
She did cough and sneeze,
Then remarked with a wheeze,
“Its freezing here in Vienna”!
There Was A Young Lady Called Emma
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Webcam
Being blind
I wry amusement find
When a webcam
(a wam, bam)
Girl follows me on Twitter.
She may dance in a costume of glitter
Bright
For other men at night,
Or, more probably perform in the nude
Acts most crude.
I am no prude
But as I can not see
Thee
Oh tempting nymph, I will not follow back
So you will another follower lack!
Dry your eyes my dear,
Though I fear
You may have nothing to wipe away your tears.
With. Perhaps your lipstick smears
At the thought of wasted years
As you bat your eyes
For lustful guys,
But not for me
Who strictly sticks to poetry …!
K Morris reading a selection of his limericks.
Me reading a selection of my limericks.
K Morris reading a further selection of his poetry.
Me reading several of my poems.
There Was A Young Lady Called Emma
There was a young lady called Emma
Who went to dance in Vienna.
When the people asked, “are you an erotic dancer?”
She replied, “I am no chancer,
But perhaps if you pay me a tenner …!”
There Was A Young Man Called Ed
There was a young man called Ed
Who decided his girlfriend to wed.
When he found she hadn’t any money,
He said, “ain’t it funny,
My love for her it is dead!”
There Was A Young Lady Called Lena
There was a young lady called Lena
Who worked as a domestic cleaner.
Clients where very few
And I am afraid it is true
That her customers had never seena!
There Was A Young Lady Called May
There was a young lady called May
Who walked in the fields one day.
She met the queen of the fairies there,
Who said, “beware,
For here you may not stay!”
There Was A Young Man Called Is
There was a young man called Is,
Who married a girl named Ought.
They couldn’t agree
On what should be
And ended up in court!
The Dungeon (Liverpool local history)
An interesting piece on the history of the Dungeon, an area of Liverpool close to where my mum lives. I must confess that the name dungeon conjured up for me visions of dank prison cells, however the Dungeon was, in fact a major salt refinery and a place of considerable historical interest, http://www.roydenhistory.co.uk/mrlhp/local/salt/dungeon.htm.
K Morris - Poet 