Perhaps it is my curse
But on looking into a humorous verse
Often hidden in it’s depths I see
A deep sadness staring at me.
I think of a poet named Jayne
Who, while drunk on champagne
Wrote a humorous rhyme
To pass the time.
Then for fun, blew out her brain.
(The Jayne in the above is purely ficticious).
There was a young man named Paul
Who lived in a rather grand hall.
His sister named Linn
Sat on a pin.
You should have heard that young lady bawl!
—
There was a literary critic named Paul
Who wrote a review on a wall.
The book’s author, who was named Howl
Took a large damp towel
And scrubbed the review off that wall!
—
There was a young man named Mitch
Who was extremely rich.
He attended a grand ball
In a fine old hall
And duelled with a Count in a ditch.
“Those are my socks” she said
As we sat upon my bed.
Had I put them on?
I have quite forgot
Yet it matters not
For she is long since gone.
“Have you seen my sock?” another said, in her teasing way.
She also has gone her way.
Was it under the bed or elsewhere?
And why should I care?
Perhaps it is not so
Though I know each name.
A distant shout
As children lark about
In the playground.
A happy sound.
Though many a fool
Does romanticise school
I was honoured to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at approximately 9:21 (UK time) on the evening of Thursday 11th January. During the broadcast I discussed (and read) my poetry.
To listen to a podcast of the broadcast please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=12516. My segment can be found approximately 51 minutes into the broadcast.
I would like to thank Ariadne Sawyer and all at the World Poetry Reading Series for hosting me.
Kevin
There was a young firebrand called Paul
Who called for the establishment to fall.
On becoming a peer of the realm
He said “now I’m at the country’s helm
Things don’t look that bad at all …”.
A short skirt and heels
Is his heart’s desire.
She sighs,
Feels objectified
But complies
For the fire
Must be lit
And the money split
With one who
Loves her true.
Hearing shy laughter
I wonder what comes after
This thing
Which ends in no ring.
There was a young lady named Bess
Who lost her party dress.
A general named Lowe
Said “I shall go
And check the Officer’s Mess!”.
There was a young man named Zeff
Who picked a quarrel with death.
He refused to die
(I can’t think why),
Which led to a row with death!
K Morris - Poet 