A young lady whose name is Hocking
Is known for wearing only 1 stocking.
Her friend bishop Ron
Wears the other one,
As he’s very broad minded like Hocking!
Miss Hocking’s Stocking
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Gwen Who Likes S and M
I know a young lady named Gwen
Who is fond of S and M.
We met at a dinner party
With the great and the literati,
Who all deny knowing me and Gwen!
A Girl’s Long Nails
Your long nails brushed
Against my startled fingers.
A thing not meant,
Yet the memory lingers.
Some other will explore
To their full extent
The pleasure of nails,
Not for me meant.
My Ruined New Bed
When a young man whose name was Ted
Lay bleeding to death on my new bed
And he said, with a sigh,
I know that I shall die”.
I said, “Ted! Your ruining my new bed!”
My Posh Girlfriend
My girlfriend who is so very posh
Is fond of saying golly! and gosh!
When she’s in the mood
She turns wicked and lewd,
And you wouldn’t believe that she’s posh!
Heather Who Was Light as a Feather
There was a young lady named Heather
Who said, “I’m light as a feather”.
Her rude mate Miss Kate
Said, “you carry great weight!”.
And then she ran hell for leather!
We Maintain the Urbane
We maintain
The urbane
And are witty
In the city.
But those who hark
To the fox’s bark
In the suburban dark
Find the urbane
Hard to maintain
And their wit
Begins to slip
Tree Surgeon
A tree surgeon said to me,
“I cut away the rotten half
Of this old tree
Leaving the better part,
Which may survive and thrive”.
A thought came to me.
Is not our flawed humanity
Akin to that old tree?
But there has been too much lop
And chop at our poor flawed humanity.
Miss Heart Who Loves Art
A young lady whose name is Heart
Is known for her love of art.
With her dear friend Miss Lou
She stars in movies called blue.
And my friend he’s fond of art …
Whilst Frequenting My Most Favourite Gentleman’s Club
Whilst frequenting my most favourite gentleman’s club
I fell into a rather large bathtub.
A girl with pretty eyes
Said, “sir, please don’t apologise.
And have you met Chief Constable Grub?”
K Morris - Poet 