It was quick
In a bedsit
By a canal.
I have the name she
Gave to me.
Anyhow, I know that canal.
Her Name
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We Walked Through the Graveyard
We
Walked through the graveyard.
She
Is frightened of death.
Earlier we
Drank wine.
Our bed
Was hot
The dead
Are forever here.
The graveyard plot
Draws lovers near.
My Dear Friend the Great Lord Lake
My dear friend the great Lord Lake
Is known as a dissolute old Rake.
Whilst the vicar’s daughter Coral
Is said to be moral.
And she’s friends with rakish Lord Lake.
There Once Was a Kitten Named Mitten
There once was a kitten named Mitten
Who composed poetry all about Great Britain.
His verse was quite good
So I wish I could
Believe that Mitten was really a kitten!
Circular
A circular seat
Encompassing a tree.
Age will defeat
Thee and me.
A Story of Glory
When a young man named Rory
Asked for a story of glory
An old lady called Lou
Told him a tale untrue.
It was a very political story!
The Golden Sun
The weather is hot.
I could call you
And specify what I …
The sun is hot
Our bodies like glue
In summer’s golden weather.
Shall we lie together
In the golden sun?
Honey, will you come?
Flair Who Was Concerned With My Immortal Soul
I met a young lady named Flair
Who said “you should take great care
As too many women
Are fond of sinning.
Now sir, will you mount the stair?”.
Said the Sweet Nymph Unto the Satyr
Said the sweet nymph unto the satyr
“Sir, surely you can’t grow any fatter!”.
Said the satyr
Unto the nymph
“Come you down from your high plinth
And let us make great sport together
In yonder heather!”.
But the nymph did gently smile
And said “I have been had
By many a rich handsome lad.
But sir, ‘tis not my style
To grace with my pretty face
And my fine silks and lace,
An ugly old satyr’s poor platter!”.
There Once Was a Pigeon Named Lou
There once was a pigeon named Lou
Who spent all her days saying coo.
But a grumpy old cat
Was not fond of that –
So one day Lou ceased to coo!
K Morris - Poet 