Whilst lunching at my gentleman’s club
Which is called the Good Rub.
I met a girl called Spink.
But its not what you think!
As she also cooks good grub!
Whilst Lunching At My Gentleman’s Club
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Red Lights
Day and night
The red light
Does seductively glow,
And men go
In search of love, And lust.
One may find, for a while,
Solace in a girl’s painted smile.
Though some see dust
Behind their lover’s eyes.
But few are wise.
Silver Fox
An elderly gentleman named Mr Box
Is known as the silver fox.
Whilst the young women say
My hair it is grey.
But I’m not rich like Box …
We Poets Should Stick Together
A poet whose name is Heather
Said, “we poets should stick together”.
I said, “That’s true”.
And with strong glue,
I glued myself to poet Heather!
Sword-Play
A girl from Morocco
Of 20 or so.
A reward
For sword-play.
Then she is away.
Though not to Morocco
My Violin
A young lady known as Lin
Likes to play on my violin.
The pianist, Miss White
Brings such sweet delight.
And my neighbours complain of sin!
A Poem From My Archives
You left your shoes behind
And it still occupies my mind.
You were neither white nor black,
And there is no turning back
For those shoes you left behind,
Which still occupy my mind.
Your accent was upper class
But, somewhere along the line
Fine
Metal
Did settle
For brass.
You left your shoes behind
And they still occupy my mind.
It is rarely white or black.
And the way
To a brass tack
Is easier than some say.
My Local Laundrette
A most helpful young lady named Yvette
Has a job in my local laundrette.
A kindly old friar
Lives in a dryer,
Where he’s dried by that helpful Yvette.
Rose and Kate
A naughty young lady named Miss Rose
Jumps up and down on my Toes.
Whilst pretty Miss Kate
Comes round at 8.
And joins in with naughty Miss Rose!
Pete and Claire
Whilst walking along a famous old Street
I met with my old friend Pete.
When he said, “today I’m Claire”.
I said, “rhyming poets should beware!
As Claire does not rhyme with Pete!”.
K Morris - Poet 