At his leisure
He takes his pleasure.
A spark dies
In a girl’s eyes.
How many tills
And blood red bills
Must be fed?
All our lust
And fear of dust
Ends in bed
Bed
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Immature Men
When a young lady named Moore
Said, “you men are so immature!”.
I stood on my head
On a furniture shop bed,
As the customers all shouted “encore!”.
Whilst Dining With the Beautiful Miss Fay
Whilst dining with the beautiful Miss Fay
She said, “you are old and grey”.
But after much wine
She found me divine,
And her thoughts they turned to play!
Kelly and the Large Orange Jelly
I know a young lady named Kelly
Who fell into a large orange jelly.
She recovered quite well
But, strange to tell,
Kelly now wobbles like a large jelly.
I Know a Young Lady Named Flow
I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
So I’ve locked my window on Flow …
—
I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
And now they are refusing to go!
Lies
A guy may buy
A pretty girl’s eye
And revel in bliss
From her soft kiss.
But the honest guy
Will find
It hard to deny
That behind
Her smiling eye
And sweet scent
There lies, contempt
Chancer
I met an extremely beautiful young lap dancer
Whose known as a bit of a chancer.
When she saw I had money
She called me sweet and honey.
And they say I’m a disreputable old chancer …
Please Explain Poetry to Me
When a young man named Lee
Said, “please explain poetry to me”.
I said to Rose
“Tweek his nose!”.
Which was a kind of poetry!
In Her Hair
In her hair
And legs bare
I forget regret.
But after laughter
And drink die
I find rhyme
In passing lust
And eternal dust.
Whilst Walking By A Crystal Clear Stream
Whilst walking by a crystal clear stream
I got covered in strawberries and cream,
By a young lady named Lin
Who is full of hot sin –
And then I awoke from that dream!
K Morris - Poet 