There was a young man named Bert
Who liked to dress in a skirt.
A girl called Lou
Lent him 1 shoe
So he hopped along in that skirt!
There Was a Young Man Named Bert
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There was a young man named Cambell
There was a young man named Cambell
Who got caught on a sharp bramble.
When he loudly swore
They said, “we implore
You not to abuse that defenceless bramble!”.
Heather Who Would Never Take off Her Leather
There was a young lady named Heather
Who would never take off her leather.
When her lover Ted Said,
“You are hot in bed!”,
Heather said, “its because I’m wearing leather!”.
We Met in the Wood
We met in the wood
Where the wild flowers bud
And the ageing poet rhymes
Of his long lost springtime.
Buds turn to flowers
On the woodland path.
Our hours are finite
And pass into night.
There Was a Young Lady Named Bell
There was a young lady named Bell
Who built a place down in Hell.
A demon called Moore
Fitted her front door
And the devil he rang Bell’s bell!
As I Write
As I write
Church bells tell
Of dust
And night.
This sunlit day
Must pass away
And I must write
Whilst there is light.
When I Visited a Discreet Little Sauna
When I visited a discreet little Sauna
I was entertained by pretty Miss Lorna.
We enjoyed tea and cake
With a girl called Lake,
And a vicar who calls himself Warner …
I Met a Young Lady Named Steed
I met a young lady named Steed
Who said, “I have a great need!”,
Dear reader, I must confess
She was wearing no dress
Which distracted my steed from his feed!
A Rose Tight Closed
A rose
Tight closed.
All petals fall
But not all
Roses open
And unspoken
Lust is dust
Fairies
In childhood we play
With fairies. But they
Do not stay
And we engage
On the world’s stage.
Then, in old age
We fancy
We see
A fairy
Ere we enter eternity.
K Morris - Poet 