Through the Looking glass
We pass
And find
The White Knight
With a mind
Full of madcap schemes
And unhinged dreams.
There the Red and the White Queen
Rule over fools
As mad as the Hatter in Wonderland.
Will Alice take command
Of all, and pass
Back through this cracked looking glass?
There once was a man named Dan
Who loved a girl called Ann,
But Ann loved Bill
(Who was with Jill),
And Jill, she fell for Dan!
‘Tis the quiet time
Before the sun
Does come.
I shall rhyme
Ere the day is done
And I become,
As one with the setting sun
When a young man whose name was Max
Remarked, “Britannica Pax”,
And they said, with a sigh,
“You foolish young guy”!,
He told them all to relax!
—
When a young man named Max
Remarked, “Britannica Pax”,
A man called Purse
Said, “It doesn’t work as verse,
But it should be Pax Britannica!”.
Note: (“Pax Britannica” is latin for “British Peace”).
When on my way
Through the churchyard today
I nearly fell,
I knew well
That one day,
There I will stay
When a young lady whose name is Fliss
Said, “tis bliss to Kiss”,
Her friend Moriah
Said, “the squire’s looks are dire,
But his wealth, it gives me bliss!”.
—
When the wife of a man named Ted
Found a young woman asleep in their bed,
Her face turned dark
And she made a remark,
But I dare not repeat what she said!
out into the rain I dash.
A flash
Of lightening.
The sky, for a moment brightening
And me wondering
Whether I will survive the thundering
As my guide dog’s harness is part steel,
So its really not ideal …
—
My guide dog needed to pay a call of nature earlier this evening. While I was aware of the rain, I was not cognisant of the storm which suddenly broke overhead. Had I been aware, I certainly would have remained safely indoors! As it was, all ended well.
When a young man named Coker
Remarked, “your verse ’tis mediocre”,
And I said, “come hither”,
He began to quiver,
As I raised a very large poker!
When they say
“You must be in the progressive way”,
I shall talk
Of my walk
Of earlier today.
Of the wind’s dance,
And of more than one fallen branch.
When old men make a pass
At the youthful lass,
I wonder whether
Either party ever
Look in the glass
And think, “all this will, one day, pass”
Nymphs will play
And hair turn to grey.
The woman (once girl)
Seeing autumn leaves whirl,
May consider the youthful lass,
And think, “all things must, one day, pass”.
K Morris - Poet 