When a young lady named Pam
Published a poem on Instagram,
Many said, “she is witty,
And really rather pretty”,
But the author, he sued that Pam!
When A Young Lady Named Pam
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When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Gale
When a young lady whose name is Gale
Said “my love ’tis for sale”,
Her friend, Bishop Lee
Looked at the sea,
And suggested they go for a sail.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Samantha
A young lady whose name is Samantha
Works as an erotic dancer.
This I happen to know
And my friend, Bishop Joe
Says she’s a bit of a chancer . . .
When A Young Man Named Paul
When a young man named Paul
Said, “all women for me fall”,
A girl called Miss White
Said, “I wish you good night”,
And left that young man named Paul.
Loneliness Is Tripping Over A Stranger’s Shoe
Loneliness is tripping over a stranger’s shoe
At dawn
As the forlorn
Light breaks through
And thinking,
“We did a lot of drinking,
And I don’t know whether your name is Flaire
Or Claire.
Perhaps I should care?
At any rate
You filled an empty space,
But now I want you out of my place”.
And the emptiness yawns
As with previous dawns.
The Agency
Beautiful women
For your pleasure.
You may browse at your leisure.
There will be no sinning
For we
Only offer company,
But, what goes on behind closed doors . . .
We break no laws
But, discerning gentleman will understand
that money may command
a girlfriend
For the night
If the price is right,
But we must both pretend . . .
You do understand that we
Only provide company . . .
I Know A Young Man Named Rex
I know a young man named Rex
Who’s poems are extremely complex.
He writes them in latin
Whilst dressed in pink satin,
And all the girls love Rex!
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I know a young man named Rex
Who’s poems are extremely complex.
He writes them in latin
Whilst dressed in pink satin,
Which does his poor readers vex!
Park Where Flowers Bloom
Park where flowers bloom.
Girls in short dresses
Enjoy the summer sun,
Soon, Autumn will come
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou
When a young lady whose name is Lou
Asked, “what would you like to do?”
And I said, “if I say
You will throw me out today!”,
She replied, “that’s perfectly true!”.
The Picture
The picture stands out against the white
Of my living room wall.
A few birds still call.
A fascination with sunlight
Which, as I watch, slowly dies away.
The night
Takes the day
And the picture we see
Is lost in obscurity
Although we hope that this light
We borrow
Will be seen on the morrow,
But this we can not know.
K Morris - Poet 