When a naughty young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her brand new shoe.
And she said, “are you enjoying?”.
I said,”your shoe your destroying,
And you’ve beaten me black and blue!”.
When A Naughty Young Lady Named Lou
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I stepped Away From My Rhyme
I stepped away from my rhyme
And, for a time
Did smile, while the eternal rain
Touched my fleeting hand.
A few will understand
This rhyme, and rain.
Claire’s Pear
When a young lady named Claire
Said, “have you seen my pear,
Over there, in that bowl?”.
I Said, “bless my soul,
That is a very fine pair!”.
The Morning After, The Night Before
The morning after, the night before
I hear, emptiness’s baying roar.
I shall give in to wordplay
Which, helps the stretching day
Pass. I shall drink
My tea.
Watch the devil wink
And think
On 3.
A Gentleman Said
A gentleman said, “your attentions must cease
Towards my sweet and naive young niece!”.
I said, “is that Miss Claire,
With her lovely long, blonde hair?”.
He said, “that is my other niece!”.
Louise and Her Cheese
When a young lady named Louise
Said “do you like Chedda cheese?”.
I said, “indeed I do
But not when your shoe
Has walked right through that cheese!”.
Gale
A young lady named Gale
Wrote to me in braille
About a girl called Gwen
And the joy of BDSM.
So now I’m practicing braille.
Dice
2 girls chat,
About this and that.
One finds a sock.
It has not,
Been quite an hour.
“It was nice
Meeting you”,
The new
One says.
There are many ways
To play at dice.
Keats’s Beaker
Perhaps I think
Too much on fallen leaves,
When I ought to drink
From Keats’s beaker.
Hemlock is not my friend,
Yet the nightingale, Keats heard
Speaks of beauty,
And life’s end.
Fallen Blossom
Fallen blossom.
Sunshine.
Women.
And wine.
K Morris - Poet 