There was a young man called Guy
Who said, “my works they will never die”.
But when I passed his grave
With my friend Dave
He asked, “who was that man named Guy?”
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
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Thursday Evening Humour
When a young man who’s name is Paul
Said “girls they all will fall”,
My friend Miss Spink
Gave him a wink.
As to why? I can’t recall …
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When a young man who’s name is Paul
Said, “all girls will fall”,
A lady named Nell
(Who I know well)
Fell off my garden wall.
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is White
A young lady who’s name is White
Wears a dress both short and tight.
When a short-sighted man named Ted
Asked “is it red
She said, “no, but its far too tight!”.
My Friend Who is Divine
My friend who is divine
Has invited me round to dine.
The food is good
And I would …
But her boyfriend’s back at nine …
Somewhere of Nowhere
A train going somewhere
Or nowhere
Then back
Along this well-worn track.
Not knowing
Where I am going
On this train that
Travels forward, then back
Along the same old track.
I alight
At night
At this well known station
But I know
That I shall go
Forward and back
Traversing this well-worn track
And I wil,
Without trumpet or thrill
Reach my destination
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Rose
A young lady who’s name is rose
Is fond of touching her toes
But her dress being very short
I think that I ought
To warn that young lady Rose …
Desire
Fire.
Wet.
Desire
As empire’s
Sun will set.
Much Has Been Sung
Much has been sung
Of women young
And middle-aged men who knew
Better, yet themselves flung
At the feet
Of maidens far from discreet …
So when I meet
Girls with high-heeled feet
I think with delight
Of the hot night,
Then sigh for that can not be,
For I am growing old you see …
The Wise
“It was a mistake when, in 1962
Jamaica became independent from you”,
She said.
I moved not my head
But sat thinking on the wise
Who tell
And dispel
Lies.
A Young Lady Who’s Name Is Moriah
A young lady who’s name is Moriah
Stokes the squire’s fire.
And when the squire’s away
A visit I pay.
But do not tell the squire …
K Morris - Poet 