Who, while gazing into the abyss,
Has not seen
The devil grin,
And been
Tempted by the bliss
Of an undiscovered sin?
The Abyss of Bliss
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There Was A Young Man From My Local
There was a young man from my local
Who maintained that he was wholly teetotal.
Each day he would sup,
From his tea cup
And he wabbled as he left my local …
(the term “local” signifies a public house or pub in the UK.
A person who is teetotal never drinks alcohol.
The character in the above limerick is, of course wholly ficticious in nature).
A Sober Satyr Reflects
So many angels with broken wings.
Do fortune’s slings
Bring them low?
Some things
I know
And wish it where not so.
Heaven is here
When angels are near,
But as the years advance
The dance
Is ever more staid.
I have with angels played
And for the pleasure paid.
The Poet Sat In His Study
The poet sat in his study.
His thoughts where dark and muddy.
The poet’s dog walked in,
With a wag and a grin.
And paws all wet and muddy!
There Was A Young Man Named Guy
There was a young man named Guy
Who was extremely fond of pie.
One sorrowful day
He passed away,
Which made the baker cry!
Dining Out
In this kind of venue
The menu
Has many dishes.
Dainty fishes
To be caught
And bought
By the naive or jaded,
As the waitresses are paraded
Through the gloom
Of the dining room.
“This dish I shall try”,
(Says the man of the world to his friend).
“In the end
Only a fool can deny
That money can buy
A smile From any fish’s eye.
Yet all dishes are the same
And the taste of distain
Is bitter in the throat
Of the man who gambles groat after groat”.
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The groat is the traditional name of a long-defunct English silver coin worth 4 English pennies, and also a Scottish coin originally worth fourpence, with later issues being valued at eightpence and one shilling, (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groat_(coin)).
Its Cold Outside
Its cold outside.
Angels and devils will decide
(should I fail to wake),
Who will my soul take.
I am exploring having “My Old Clock” recorded, using Audiobook Creation Exchange
I am exploring having my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” recorded, using Audiobook Creation Exchange (ACX).
ACX allows authors to record their own work and upload to various audio book channels to facilitate it’s sale.
Alternatively authors may advertise for the services of suitable readers using ACX. I have gone down the latter route.
My pitch for a reader to narrate “My Old Clock I Wind” can be found here, https://www.acx.com/titleview/A3EGFIZRP3GE9R.
“My Old Clock” is currently available, in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill, http://moyhill.com/clock/, and as an ebook only from Amazon, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
There Was A Young Man From Kent
There was a young man from Kent
Who hired an extremely large tent.
The wind blew strong
And before long
That tent was blown to Ghent!
There Was A Young Man Named Mole
There was a young man named Mole
Who had a dark night of the soul.
He grew ever more depressed.
His friends all stressed,
That he should stop digging a hole …!
K Morris - Poet 