There was a young man named White
Who said, “the lights of Rome shone bright,
But they have passed away,
As will this day
And I am drunk tonight!
There Was A Young Man Called White
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There Once Was A Man Most Moral
There once was a man most moral
Who married a young lady called Coral.
But on their honeymoon
He found real soon
That she was most immoral!
—
There once was a man most moral
Who married a young lady called Coral.
But on their honeymoon
She made him swoon
As she was most immoral!
—
With my friend, who’s name is Holly
I live in a quaint old folly.
Sometimes at morn
A girl named Dawn
Joins us in our folly …
The Man with Many Lovers
There was a young man named Glover
Who had many a beautiful lover.
One day he answered his phone
And said, “hello Joan”,
But alas it was another lover!
—
A man of evil reputation named Glover
Had many a beautiful young lover.
One day he answered his phone
And said, “hello Joan”,
But alas it was that young lady’s brother”!
As I Older Grow
As I older grow
The dance
Of romance
Does slow,
Although, I still the dance floor scan
With a half-formed plan.
But for what?
I know not
My Friend, Who Is Extremely Brave
My friend, who is extremely brave
Spent the night on a murderer’s grave.
I am somewhat more circumspect
But have the greatest respect
For my friend who slept on that grave!
When An Owl
When an owl who’s name is Lou
Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,
A vicar named Ted
Jumped out of bed
And made her a pot of stew!
—
When a lady by the name of Lou
Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,
Her boyfriend John
Said, “you are so far gone.
I suggest you move to a zoo”!
There Was A Young Lady Called Natasha
There was a young lady called Natasha
Who purchased a potato masher.
But when the darned thing broke
She said, “what a joke,
I shall have to use my gnasher”!
Update to my ‘About’ page
I have updated my ‘About’ page to include a brief biography (which was previously lacking). I have also added a further photograph taken in January 2019, but have retained the earlier photograph which shows me with friends and my guide dog Trigger. You can find the updated ‘About’ page here.
The Charm Of A Girl’s Bare Arm
The charm
Of a girl’s bare arm
Says far more
Than the hardest hardcore.
When We Die
When we die
I wonder where all our lust
Love and hate Goes?
Who knows?
But methinks
That he who drinks
From Hades stream
Is lost in a dreamless dream
With other dust.
K Morris - Poet 