There once was a person named Dan
Who was known as a moral man.
His young mistress Flair
Enjoyed many an affair,
But Dan was a most moral man!
Moral Dan
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The Unseeing Clock
A clock does tick.
Hands of terror grip
An innocent child, while
The impersonal tick tock
Of the unseeing clock
Speaks of cruelty and power.
In childhood, an hour
Can be an eternity.
Happy Easter!
I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy Easter! Whether you celebrate with family, are celebrating alone, (or do not celebrate at all), may your day be a pleasant one.
Very best wishes. Kevin
My Easter Bunny
As I sat counting all my money
I was accosted by gorgeous Miss Honey.
She is in the habit
Of behaving like a rabbit,
So I call her my Easter Bunny!
In An English Garden
In an English garden
I heard a blackbird
And thought on England,
And on how we
English, are still,
More or less,
Free.
The Ageing Rake
She kept her stockings on
And soon was gone.
Now I write a rhyme
About the first time.
In a bedsit
By a canal
My first fall
Was just banal.
Shal I write
Of other nights?
Of fake flirts in skirts,
And the odd passing delight?
No, I shall pass
Over the mirrored glass
Where many a stranger does comb
Her hair, ere leaving me alone.
He Deals with Girls in Heels
He deals with girls in heels.
Behind the pretty eyes he buys
You may find a tortured mind,
Or a girl who thinks
Of dishes in her sink
As she pleases and teases
A man who worships her shoe.
Or, as he gets his thrills
Perchance she thinks on unpaid bills
Which his night of delight
Will pay the following day
And what of John
When she is gone?
What will his conscience say? …
Power Who Liked To Jump in the Shower
There once was a young man named Power
Who liked to jump in his family’s shower.
Being really quite posh
He sometimes would wash,
But mostly he just jumped in the shower!
Why Do I Try to Cage
Why do I try
To cage
A blackbird in my paper cage?
In spring he sings
And makes for me
Sublime poetry.
That I can not cage
Within my poor poetic cage.
On Hearing the Same Clock
On hearing the same clock
On the same kitchen wall,
I recall, another blackbird’s call,
And that old Time Knocks,
1 day, for us all.
K Morris - Poet 