There was an elderly poet called Lott
Who long ago had lost the plot.
He wrote copious amounts of verse,
Which grew worse and worse,
Although Lott knew it not!
There Was An Elderly Poet Called Lott
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There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who caused quite a to-do,
When she lost her gown,
In the middle of town.
The crowd it grew and grew!
There Was A Young Lady Called Tia
There was a young lady called Tia
Who lived in constant fear
Of what walked behind,
For she knew in her mind,
‘Twas the devil who lurked in the rear …!
Dreams
Mad cap schemes.
Heels,
Slippery as eels.
They wheel
And deal
And no not what is real,
But in sober moments,
When the lights go out
And the party goers shout
Is no longer heard,
They see the fact of the matter,
– Broken dreams can not shatter
There Was A Young Man Called Tony
There was a young man called Tony
Who went shopping to purchase a pony.
The girl in the bakery said,
“we sell only bread,
And my favourite name it is Tony!”
My Old Clock I wind
Many thanks to Morgen Bailey for publishing my poem, “My Old Clock I wind” on her blog. For the poem please visit here, https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/2017/01/16/post-weekend-poetry-139-my-old-clock-i-wind-by-kevin-morris/.
There Was A Young Man Called Drew
There was a young man named Drew
Who owned a pet kangaroo.
They lived in a house,
Along with his spouse,
Believe me, its perfectly true!
An Elderly Writer Sat Alone In His Garret
An elderly writer, sat alone in his garret
Dreaming of champagne and claret.
He said, to himself,
I have little wealth
And my only companion is this parrot!
An Apology
I was due to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-Op Radio at 1:40 PST today (Thursday 12 January), however, owing to telephony problems (at my end) the interview did not take place. I would like to apologise to any of you who tuned in to hear my interview. I hope to reschedule and will, of course post here if this proves to be possible.
Kevin
There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette
There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “I have met
Many a man,
Who says “I can”
But afterwards does forget …!”
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There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “my heart is set
On meeting a good man,
Although I think I can
More easily find a pet …!”
K Morris - Poet 