When a young lady named Miss Maddy
Asked me to be her sugar daddy,
I composed a rhyme
To Old Father Time.
And a wannabe sugar babe named Maddy.
When A Young Lady Named Miss Maddy
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My Tory Friend
My friend whose name is Lou
Is a Tory through and through.
Being a young lady bold
She swims in water cold,
Which makes Lou turn bright blue!
Song
The wind is strong
At the start
Of the wooded path,
Which is not long.
As I pass
To it’s heart
There is no song.
But, near the end
Of the path
I hear your song
Again, my friend.
Lonely Train
I have no resistance
To the lonely train
Which calls
From the distance.
Nor to the rain
Which falls,
In this dark park.
Toryism
When a young man whose name is Rory
Said, “sir, I’ve heard your politics are Tory”.
I said, “your friend Monk
Is drunk as a skunk.
And you should never discuss politics, young Rory!”.
—
When a young man whose name is Rory
Said, “sir, I’ve heard your politics are Tory”.
I said, “that Miss Witty
Is more than just pretty.
But I don’t know if she’s a Tory!”.
Autumn Day
On a grey
Autumn day,
I engage
With age.
K Morris reading his poem ‘I Heard Leaves Fall’.
K Morris reading his poem ‘I Heard Leaves Fall’.
I Am A Man
I am a man
And have respect
For women.
Yet a high-heel shoe
And a smooth, perfect
Leg
Turns my thoughts to sinning
And to bed.
I find
That an empty mind
Does not attract.
But a giggle.
A wriggle
And a vacuous smile,
May distract
For a while.
A Young Lady Wearing Just Pink Socks
A young lady wearing just pink socks
Said, “my behaviour it so frequently shocks.
I can hear the knocking
Of the Lord Bishop Hocking.
I wonder will he like my socks?”.
A 5 star review of my book “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems
I was delighted to receive the following review, entitled “Excellent thought-provoking poetry”, for my collection of poetry “Light and Shade; Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”:
“Kevin writes what I call ‘real’ poetry. I don’t like the so-called free verse that most poets seem to write
nowadays. Free of what? Rhyme and rhythm. Both are what make a poem. Without those, it might just as well be a piece of prose, albeit in arbitrary lines …”.
(To read the review in it’s entirety please visit https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/R30SPC39XDZUXE/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B08B4X3GVX).
