The weather
Is bitter
And drear.
Men kill for pleasure
And things that glitter.
My dog sleeps near.
A simple, kindly soul
With no desire
For the cold
Fire of gold.
Dog and Man
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A Young Lady’s Confession
When a young lady made an interesting confession
About her work in the world’s oldest profession,
I said, “working in farming
That is really most charming!”
I am known for my tact and discretion …!
Rose and Gwen
A young lady whose name is Rose
Is well known for losing her clothes.
Her friend Miss Gwen
Is fond of men
Though she’s not so obliging as Rose …!
Lonely Men
When men
Are alone
They have the phone.
Or the internet.
Where a lonely guy
May easily buy
A fleeting pleasure.
Though some who buy
Repent at leisure.
A Crushing Old Bore
When a young lady named Moore
Called me a crushing old bore
And I asked her why
She heaved a great sigh,
And then I heard Moore snore!!
Pam’s Pram
When I saw my dear friend Miss Pam
Pushing new twins in her very large pram
I remembered all that wine
And said, “are they mine?”
Have you ever been hit by a pram?
My New Year’s Eve Party
When the talented and beautiful Miss Ria
Wished us all a happy new year
That old rake Lord Mar
Said, “will you go far?”,
And he’s still washing off Ria’s beer …!
Forgetful Miss Brown
A most forgetful young lady named Miss Brown
Is in the habit of losing her gown.
My friend vicar Glynn
Says, “we all sin”,
When he returns that gown to Miss Brown …
London Bridge is Now Falling Down
When a young lady named Miss Brown
Said, “London Bridge is now falling down!”,
An old man called Guy
Said, “no! it’s the sky!
And there’s a chicken running about town!”
Moral Kate
When a moral young lady named Kate
Said, “you are a wicked old reprobate!”,
My friend Miss Honey
Said, “he has money!”,
And I quickly moved in with Kate!
K Morris - Poet 