She is having her nails done
(For a girl must have fun).
They are long and false,
And tomorrow they will waltz
Nails
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The Rod That Destroys
The rod that destroys
Girls and boys,
Rises in expense.
A brief recompense
Of joys
For the boys
(Perhaps),
Followed by a collapse.
Girls check clocks,
And scrabble for socks
On floors
Where many have searched before.
Then comb their hair
As boys look on,
Willing them to be gone.
Goblins and Elves
Numerous connections.
Disections
Of selves.
The goblin delves deep.
I wonder
Do only elves weep?
A Connection
A connection
With no fear of acceptance
Or rejection.
As there is nothing to accept
Or reject
Save for that
Of which we shall not speak
This Internet Thing
“This internet thing
Can only immorality bring.
I mean,
Imagine the scene
Where Jack can be Jill
(and almost certainly will),
For who can see behind the screen
Of this new fangled computer machine?”
In my day we had top shelf magazines
And watched scenes
On video
(on second thoughts best not go
There)!
Anyway I swear
That society is going to pot,
(have you got
Any by the way? …)”.
Update to my About page
I have updated my “About” page to include details of my recently published collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”.
Links to all of my published works can be found here, https://newauthoronline.com/about/.
Kevin
There Was A Young Man From Kent
There was a young man from Kent
Who all his money spent,
On women and booze,
And expensive shoes.
But he gave them up for Lent!
There Was A Young Lady Called Claire
There was a young lady called Claire
Who point blank refused to swear.
She met a man named Dan,
Who had an extremely naughty plan,
Which nearly made Claire swear!
I shall go and listen to the rain
I shall go
And listen to the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
For I know
Not when it will end
And silence descend
There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette
There was a young lady called Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It had 2 heads and one eye.
Oh dear readers I sigh,
As that pet ate poor Yvette …!
K Morris - Poet 