There was a young lady named Fay
Who met with a gentleman one day.
He said, “I’m a buccaneer!”
Which Fay found quite queer,
As he worked in a field of hay!
Buccaneer
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In the Quiet Time
In the quiet time
Before I go online
I see the sunshine
Fall on my office walls.
If I could stay
And watch the sunlight play
I would be happy,
Temporarily.
I have seen another January
Come and go
And trust I will see
The coming spring
Bring flowers to me.
But man’s hours
Are brief as flowers
And I may go
And not know
January or spring
The Human Heart and Art
In the early morning
Before the birds are heard
I think on light
And dark
And how the human heart
Makes art.
For we are light
And dark
Ark
I awake to rain again.
Should I build an ark?
If I do the shark …
My thoughts grow far too dark …
A bear in my bed
Would keep me from sleep
For fear that it would eat …
I have no dread of the pussycat,
But what of the mouse and rat …
For the poor pussycat
Must be fed …
I do like dogs
Yet fear they would gobble up frogs!
I imagine the crocodile’s smile
As he lies, just like a log
Waiting for some cat or unfortunate dog
To pass by …
On second thoughts, perhaps I
Should wait for the rain to stop
For I can not chop wood in rain …
Strawberries and Cream
When a young lady eating strawberries and cream
Went and told me about her weird dream,
I said to her, “Lee,
That seems strange to me!”
As she covered me in strawberries and cream!
Miss Bangs’s Fangs
I met a young lady named Bangs
Who showed me her pearly white fangs.
My girlfriend Miss Moriah
Claims she’s a vampire.
But she doesn’t have fangs like Bangs!
Birds and Men
Birds
In early morning
Sing
Of coming spring.
Cats
Have no cruelty
Yet we condemn in them
The cruelty of men
While the birds still sing
Of spring
And my heart responds
To birdsong
My Valentine’s Date
A gorgeous young lady known as Kate
Has invited me on a Valentine’s date.
Her pretty friend Lou
Will join us too.
I wonder, should I invite my mate …
flâneur
When I met a young lady named Flair
Who said, “sir, you are merely a flâneur!”
I said, “I observe the street
And many people I meet.
But Flair, tell me what is a flâneur !”
Andy the Dandy
My friend whose name is Andy
Has a reputation as a dandy.
He thought Miss Mandy hot
And offered her cheap chocolate.
But Mandy she preferred a shandy!
K Morris - Poet 