There once was a young lady in waiting
Who, whilst watching the ducks at their mating
Got into very hot water,
While the vicar’s sweet daughter
Dated young men who she didn’t keep waiting …!
When I climbed into my bed last night
I found 2 young women named Miss White.
I said to Miss Jane,
“They have the same name!
And please can you turn out the light”.
As I strolled home on Valentine’s day
I met a young lady named Fay.
When I said, “you are divine.
Do say you’ll be my Valentine!”
Fay said, “its extra on Valentine’s day …”.
There was a young lady named Ball
Who hung around the old music hall.
The great bishop Hocking
Found it real shocking
So he disciplined Ball in his hall …!
There once was a poet named Black
Who read his poetry in the outback.
When they threw rotten fruit
He played his old flute
And he threw that fruit right back!
There was a young lady named Gale
Who yanked at a poor lion’s tail.
That young woman was superficial,
But the beast being artificial
This tale doesn’t end badly for Gale!
When a young lady named Miss Fay
Composed a poem that was very risqué,
Me and Miss Rose
Took off our clothes –
Now we’re in that poem by Fay!
I know a young lady named Miss Flow
Who works in a place known as Soho.
She dances on stage
With pretty Miss Page,
But my wife she forbids me to go!
There was a young lady of Sri Lanka
Who, being unable to master the Japanese tanka,
Composed a fine sonnet
Whilst Wearing a bonnet
As she danced on a large oil tanker!
A young lady who is sometimes sporty
Has a reputation for being very naughty.
When on the field
All the men yield,
But sometimes she likes to be sporty …
K Morris - Poet 