When a young lady dancing in a field
Said, “all men to my charms must yield”,
I said, “that’s all very well
But, dear madam, can you tell
Me how to reach that town called Sheffield?”.
When A Young Lady Dancing In A Field
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When Older Men
When older men
Dream of sinning
With young women,
Many a lass
Does contemptuously laugh.
But, if a man has money,
That self-same lass
May call him “my sweet honey”,
And smile while
The money lasts!
My Stay in a Luxurious Hotel
When I entered a luxurious hotel room
And savoured the sweet scent of perfume,
I said, “my dear
What brings you here?”.
She said, “this is my hotel room!”.
Lost, Amidst Numberless, Fallen Leaves
Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.
Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.
A Young Lady Wearing A Very Tight Dress
A young lady wearing a very tight dress
Said, “I have so many sins to confess!”.
Then, with a great sneeze
She spoke of the bees.
And burst out of that very tight dress!
Shampoo
I remember you.
Though a brief time
We spent
I recollect your shampoo.
It’s subtle scent
Fades. But a rhyme
May capture the rapture
Of girlie shampoo.
Though never you.
My Selected Poems Mentioned in “Echoes in An Empty Room”
My thanks to Hannah of Echoes in An Empty Room, for including my Selected Poems in her post entitled “Books to Read in Lockdown By Authors You May Not Know”.
For the post please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/11/11/books-to-read-in-lockdown-by-authors-that-you-may-not-know/
When My Friend, Whose Name is Louise
My friend, whose name is Louise
Is always ready and willing to please.
When I found her in bed
We both turned bright red.
And the vicar spoke of his bees!
They Found, in Old Pompeii
They found, in old Pompeii
The ruins of brothels.
What will they say
When they find the remains
Of our passing day?
When A Young Man Named Paul
When a young man named Paul
Said, “all men and women fall”,
That wicked Miss Spink
Gave me a wink.
And Paul fell off the wall!
K Morris - Poet 