There was a young man called Chris
Who said, “it will be such bliss
For on Christmas day
I shall marry Fay
Or perhaps it will be Trish …
There Was A Young Man Called Chris
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There Once Was A Poet Called Hurd
There once was a poet called Hurd
Who’s poems where only one word.
He used pictures too
Of his young wife Lou.
She’s famous, but few have heard of Hurd!
A Man By The Name of Spink
A man by the name of Spink
Maintains an erotic link
Where a young lady named Bess
Takes off her dress.
Or so I’m told by Spink …
I Know A Young Lady Called Suzette
I know a young lady called Suzette
Who works on the internet.
When you click on her link
She’s a girl called Spink
And sometimes she’s Yvette …
A Girl By The Name of Spink
A girl by the name of Spink
Is possessed of a particular kink.
But take great care
For I speak of her hair
And one should never insult Miss Spink!
When A Naughty Young Lady Called Lou
When a naughty young lady called Lou
Was caught stealing a single shoe
A store detective named Ted
Scratched his head
And said, “why did you not steal 2?”
When A Talented Young Authoress Called Sue
When a talented young authoress called Sue
Got stuck in a public loo
She wrote a novel about a skyscraper
On the cheapest toilet paper
And published it at 2!
Early Morning Monday Humour
There was a wealthy Socialist called Jane
Who lived down an exclusive lane.
At her grand parties aplenty
She wept over the poor’s cupboards empty
Whilst sipping her expensive champagne.
—
There was a young lady called Brass
Who’s manners where extremely crass.
The parish priest named Moore
Could hear Brass snore
As he said the evening mass …
I Know a Tough Young Man Called Grub
I know a tough young man called Grub
Who works in a very rough pub.
A tattooed young lady named miss Moore
Throws troublemakers out the door
And me, I own that pub.
Sunday Humour
Last night as I walked in
I heard a terrible din.
There by the fireplace
Dressed in silk and lace
Sat the devil drinking my neat gin!
—
Last night as I walked in
I heard a terrible din.
There by my fireplace
Dressed in silk and lace
Sat Lucifer playing the violin.
—
Last night as I lay in sleep
The devil into my room did creep.
I remember her sweet scent
And the time we spent
And now I’m off to sleep …
—
As I went to bed last night
I met a young lady called White.
When I said “what are you doing here!?”
She replied “autumn evenings are so drear”.
‘So please, turn out the light”.
K Morris - Poet 