There was a young man called Carr
Who sported a duelling scar.
He received it from a girl
(her name was Pearl).
It was a very rough bar!
There Was A Young Man Called Carr
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Socks
She mocks
In socks,
With her unblemished skin,
And barely lukewarm sin
Loaded Gun
He had such charm
As with a smile he said,
“There is no harm,
Come to bed”.
They had their fun,
As the sun
Glowed traffick light red,
But there was “no harm”, she said
There Was An Elderly Author Called Dave
There was an elderly author called Dave
Who did not his money save.
He sold the odd book
But his pennies where took
By the publican who was a bit of a knave!
Verbosity
I have always been of the view,
That one should never write an essay,
When a sentence will do!
Wood in the Rain
My hair is barely wet
At all
And yet
The rain did fall
As I stood
In yonder wood.
The yammer
Of a hammer
Reached my ear,
While the birds free
Sang to me
As I touched the flowers
That know not hours.
Supermarket Aisles
No trumpets play,
‘Just the same musak as yesterday,
Sounds down supermarket aisles
Where rictus smiles
Tally the cost
Of loves bought and lost,
And there is no sun
Behind the frost,
Merely a kind of fun,
Wherein shopper and purveyor are soon done.
There Was An Elderly Lady Called Kate
There was an elderly lady called Kate
Who got in a terrible state,
Over her gardener Stan,
(A most careless young man),
As he never would close the gate!
May Day
The May Queen
Is in her finery seen,
And many a staid
Maid
Will today
Discover another way
Through the dance, as Baccus and Cupid combine
In love and wine.
Is it rude
To call Cupid
Stupid?
How many girls brood
On such things
As they lose themselves in rings?
The Morning After
The morning after the night before
Alice closed a door.
“Drink me” the potion said.
She drank without emotion
And now a possibility is dead.
K Morris - Poet 