When a young lady named Miss Whiting
Said, “lets all do something really exciting!”,
She and Miss Bess
Took off their dress,
And the bishop he dimmed the lighting!
Something Really Exciting!
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A Yellow Dog
A yellow dog
In yellow sun.
You take delight
In spring sunlight.
Your time
Has come.
My brindle friend
Enjoyed the sun.
All things end.
The wind’s gust
Blows all dust
Under the sun.
(In the above poem, the reference to the yellow dog is to my current guide dog Apollo, whilst “my brindle friend” refers to my former guide dog Trigger, who died in September 2020).
My Friend (Lets Call Her Miss Witty)
My friend (lets call her Miss Witty)
Is slim and more than just pretty.
When she entertains discerning men
With her gorgeous friend Gwen
My wife goes ballistic in the city!
Forgetful Miss Mar
A most forgetful young lady named Mar
Is well known for losing her bra.
My friends Bill and Joe
Like to confuse Miss Flow,
By returning to her the wrong bra …!
An Image of the Poster Advertising My Poetry Reading on Wednesday 30 March
On 8 March, I posted regarding my forthcoming poetry reading at the Upper Norwood Library Hub, at 7 pm on Wednesday 30 March, https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/03/08/poetry-reading-at-the-upper-norwood-library-hub-at-7-pm-on-wednesday-30-march-2022/.
Below is an image of the poster advertising that event.
Miss Hocking Who Wears No Stocking
A young lady whose name is Hocking
Is known for her lack of stocking.
A wicked girl called Lou
Spanks men with her shoe
Whilst they’re tied by Miss Hocking’s stocking …!
A Simple Rhyme About the Springtime
A simple rhyme
About the springtime
And hours
Amidst flowers
Where sweet love grows
And the rose goes
A Most Wicked Young Man Named Ted
A most wicked young man named Ted
Said, “I’ll put holly in your bed!”.
I said, “I strongly object!
You should show some respect!”,
But Holly was real wicked like Ted!”
After a Night of Roulette
After a night of roulette
With a Kate or Yvette
The bedside clock does say,
“You will pay
For this roulette
Come the day.
Yet with Kate and Yvette
You will continue to play”.
The Inexorable Clock
The slow
Tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Says “all must go”
In the end,
Though some pretend
‘Tis not so”.
K Morris - Poet 