A man may say and do
That which causes the majority to
View him as arrogant and aloof,
Yet he may, nonetheless speak truth
While many a lie
Is told by Mr nice guy …
A Man May Say and Do
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When A Young Man of Bristol
When a young man of Bristol
Wounded me with his pistol
It was over a girl
(Her name was Pearl)
Or maybe it was Crystal …
A Man by the Name of Cook
A man by the name of Cook
Published a very long book.
It was entitled “The Tank”
But, all it’s pages being blank
I couldn’t judge that book …
There Once Was A Lady Called Rose
There once was a lady called Rose
Who always wore lots of clothes.
In the hot summer weather
She dressed all in leather
And a rose it grew in her nose.
When A Young Lady of Bath
When a young lady of Bath
(who is always up for a laugh)
Comes round to mine
We drink fine wine
While soaking in the bath …
The Ribbon
The snow white ribbon in her hair
She undid
When she got there
And with reluctance slid
In
To sin.
Twas a game To him,
(He meant no harm
But he could not resist the charm
Of her ribbon pure white
On that so ordinary night).
Her ribbon she wore
Once more
As she closed the door
Leaving him behind.
But she did find,
That after that night
Her ribbon did seem, less than white.
There Was A Young Man Called Good
There was a young man called Good
Who went for a walk in the wood
Where he met a girl named Louise
Who offered to please,
As she was far from good …
—
There was a young man called Good
Who fell asleep in the wood
Where a nymph named calypso
Pinched his big toe
In the depths of that deep dark wood
We Have No Control Over the Sleeping Head
We have no control
Over the sleeping head
And dread
That our soul
May be exposed to the light of day.
For dark fantasies creep
Out in sleep
And in the land
Of dreams none may command
His wandering hand.
When we awake
Our dreams we shake
Off.
Yet, sometimes we may,
In the quiet of the day
Hear the devil cough
And whisper low
“I know
Where you go
In sleep …”.
I Know a Young Lady Called Mel
I know a young lady called Mel
Who nothing but lies does tell.
She says that when she came round to mine
That it wasn’t to dine,
But its only the truth I tell …
Claire and Lou
I know a young Socialist called Claire
Who thinks inequality most unfair.
Her butler Bill
Is with her still
Which shows she really does care …
—
I met a young lady called Lou
Who swore she would be true.
But when a girl called Hocking
Lost her fine silk stocking
Lou she swore we’re through
K Morris - Poet 