There was a young lady called Nell
Who claimed she knew me well.
But I was spending my leisure
At Her Majesty’s pleasure
As the prison governor will tell …
There Was A Young Lady Called Nell
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There Was A Young Lady Called Kate
There was a young lady called Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
Her naughty friend Ming
Tied us all up with string,
Which was fun but I got home late …
There Was A Man Called Coaker
There was a middle-aged man called Coaker
Who owned a fearsome old poker.
When I dated his daughter
He threatened to slaughter
Me with that fearsome old poker!
There was an elderly man called Coaker
Who owned a fearsome old poker.
When I expressed my desire
To wed his daughter Moriah
He whacked me with that poker!
There was a young man called Coaker
Who was a bit of a joker.
We argued one day
And just in play
He whacked me with his poker!
Content
Walking home
The birds
Are content.
And me
For a while.
In The Middle Of This Wood
In the middle of this wood
I should
Be able to forget my care.
Fresh air
Is there
And the sun is high
In the cloudless sky
Yet I …
A plane flies by,
Then another one.
Perfect silence has gone.
For modernity we yearn
Then turn
Away.
When each day
Is full
Of dull
“Opportunities” to try …
I cry
Out for the old.
One can not hold
On to the past
But when the future is vast
Supermarket aisles
(where there are no denials
And one is free
To be
Anything or anyone),
I wonder where meaning has gone.
I linger here
As thoughts drear
Contend with birdsong.
I shall go ere long
Back to the street
Where a myriad feet
Have been,
But have they seen?
The pig does merely eat and drink.
Sometimes I think
That he
Has the advantage over me.
The Vicar Spoke
The vicar spoke
And the devil coughed
In the organ loft
And I awoke
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore 2 kinds of shoe.
One was red,
Or so Lou said,
As she was colour blind too!
There was a young lady called Lou
Who wore one high-heel shoe.
I happen to know
That the other was low
As I lent Lou my shoe!
There was a young lady called Lou
Who dressed all in blue.
Her dress was short
But I ought
To stop there as Lou may sue!
There Was A Young Lady Called Bess
There was a young lady called Bess
Who spoke to me of progress.
She was extremely petite
And had dainty feet
But her hair was a terrible mess!
There was a young lady called Bess
Who spoke to me of progress.
She had long blonde hair
And during our steamy affair
I wore her little black dress!
Libidinous
Nature is libidinous they say.
Yet on my way
Through the woods today
No nymphs did I spy.
Though perchance
They performed a hidden dance
Amongst the budding tree
But not for me.
Whig And Tory
The Whig
Was big
On progress. while the Tory Squire
Sat by his fire
And said “let it be
For the ancient tree
Is mainly of good
Wood”.
And what of me
Who all around does see
The venerable tree
Brought low?
I would go
Where the great oaks still grow,
But most of those who should conserve
No longer preserve.
K Morris - Poet 