You come in the morning
And find me stretching, yawning.
Will you have me storming?
Or forlorning?
A new day is dawning
On the same old paper sheet
Of meet
And greet.
At break of day
You may
Find me yawning
And leave me, forlorning
With the truth, upon me dawning
There was a young man of Stroud
Who was obsessed with the cyber Cloud.
Where he met
A girl named Yvette,
Who existed in the Cloud.
Each lass
Does pass
Before the glass.
After wine
Arms entwine
With brass.
Each lass
Does pass
Before the glass.
And after wine
Arms entwine
With brass.
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A young lady whose name is Lou
Married a billionaire who was 92.
But when he fell down the stair
A police inspector called Claire,
Couldn’t pin it on that young lady Lou!
I am pleased to announce that I am now on Soundcloud. As of today (13/2/19) I have uploaded 4 poems onto my profile, all accessible here.
As Valentines approaches
Girls finger brooches
Wondering which one to wear.
“Is that dress
Too short?
Or ought I
To show more thigh?”
Elsewhere, men with greying hair
Sit alone
And, reaching for the telephone
Make calls To girls who
(Strictly between me and you)
Have nothing to do
Other than to play
At Valentines, for a day.
When a young lady who is Divine
Asked me to be her Valentine,
My wife Clair
Said, “he is washing his hair”,
But it was washed by 9 …
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Behaved in a manner most blue,
I said, “you would look quaint
Covered in red paint,
But blue doesn’t suit you Lou”!
—
When a young lady by the name of Lou
Jumped in a vat of glue,
And I asked her why?
She made reply,
“Its just something I like to do”!
Her caress
Recollected.
He thought they connected.
She returned unexpected
For the dress.
Forgot
K Morris - Poet 