Like a bad penny
You turned up at my door.
I have seen many
Of your kind before.
At first, I didn’t remember you.
Then, I did recall a fall,
And opened my door
To you, who brought a thought
To mind …
They say
The past is another country.
I find
It binds me to thee.
I could have shown you the door.
But birds of our feather flock together
And we both recall
My slip and fall.
Does the Devil
Read or write poetry?
It might be so
For compassion’s glow
May burn low
In the wickedest heart.
And camp guards
Listened to Mozart.
A young lady who is very exotic
Said, “sir, there can be nothing erotic!”.
Then she took off her dress
Which was strange, I must confess.
As her essay was on the despotic!
Listening to the news
Of the swift advance
Of Taliban
In Afghanistan.
Birdsong outside
My window
Takes me away
From the cruelty
Of today.
Whilst checking my Twitter notifications this morning, I came across the following gem:
“Recommended For You
Try writing better poems and see how you get on then”.
I am not sure how I should take that …!
A young lady whose name is Vixen
Is well known for her erotic fiction.
When she comes round to mine
We drink lots of fine wine.
And then we engage in some fiction.
Oh see her feminine ways.
How sweetly she does flirt
To obtain that cute skirt.
And man pays
In diverse ways.
Although, its true
There may be pleasure too.
A young lady said,, “you will find
That sometimes, I can be quite kind”.
I said to her, “Jane,
Please put down that cane!
As Its not kind to my behind!”.
Punting.
The thrill
Of hunting
Will
Cause a man to lose
His money and common sense.
Pounds and pence
Are thrown away
On girls who choose
To join the boat
Bound for rocky shore.
A young lady whose name is Honey
Only dates men with lots of money.
My friend the actor
Managed to attract her.
But he survives on bread an honey!
K Morris - Poet 