Nameless numbers,
And unquiet slumbers
His heart
Encumbers.
So he does set
Each regret
Down in art.
Each forgotten face.
The silk,
The lace.
He does hide
Inside
A rhyme,
Where the good time
Girl who
Never was … Lost her shoe
There was a young lady from Calcutta
Who ate nothing but butter.
She married an Englishman named Hogg,
Who owned a large dog.
And the dog stole all the butter!
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There was a young lady from Calcutta
Who ate nothing but butter.
She married an Englishman named Hogg
And they bought a large dog,
Who was extremely fond of the gutter …
There once was a philosopher named Voltaire
Who owned a large pet bear.
It’s name was Pangloss
And I am at a loss
As to why he owned that bear!
The afternoon sun
Will soon be done
And each bird that does sing
Will fold it’s wing
In sleep.
Why do I keep
Indoors and maintain
This sad refrain?
All will pass,
Lad and lass,
But until then
There is ink in my pen
And I trust sufficient time
For more than mere rhyme.
There was a young lady named Claire
Who had caveat emptor written on her.
A man named Jim,
Who was somewhat dim
Went and married Claire!
(Note: Caveat Emptor translates as “let the buyer beware”).
There was a young man named Connor
Who had a strong sense of honour.
He married a girl called Bess
But he refused to undress
So strong was his sense of honour!
In the desert of the heart
Any touch may start
A flame
Any hand
May command
A hot
Flush
(Wanted or not),
But who are we to rush
To blame?
Is this thing called shame
A social construct that keeps us low?
Many prefer not to go
Down that path
Of enquiry. They laugh,
Make a smutty joke
And on their own hypocrisy choke.
There was a young author named White
Who stayed up late to write.
He went on Facebook
For a quick look
And remained there until the morning light!
In the early morning,
Stretching, yawning
I see
The world drear
With all it’s fear.
Or is it me
I see?
There was a young lady named Ruth
Who invariably told the truth.
Her friends disappeared one by one
Until all of them where gone.
They found her most uncouth!
K Morris - Poet 