There was a young man named Drew
Who owned a pet kangaroo.
They lived in a house,
Along with his spouse,
Believe me, its perfectly true!
There Was A Young Man Called Drew
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An Elderly Writer Sat Alone In His Garret
An elderly writer, sat alone in his garret
Dreaming of champagne and claret.
He said, to himself,
I have little wealth
And my only companion is this parrot!
An Apology
I was due to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-Op Radio at 1:40 PST today (Thursday 12 January), however, owing to telephony problems (at my end) the interview did not take place. I would like to apologise to any of you who tuned in to hear my interview. I hope to reschedule and will, of course post here if this proves to be possible.
Kevin
There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette
There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “I have met
Many a man,
Who says “I can”
But afterwards does forget …!”
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There was a young lady called Yvette
Who said, “my heart is set
On meeting a good man,
Although I think I can
More easily find a pet …!”
News Snippets
Three pieces of news:
1. As many of you will know, I will be interviewed, on Thursday 12 January, by Ariadne Sawyer, regarding my poetry.
The interview (which will include me reading a couple of my poems) will take place at 1:40 pm PST (9:40 pm UK time) and will be broadcast on Vancouver Co-Op Radio
2. I have added a widget enabling readers to follow me by email. I was prompted to do so as a consequence of an email from a follower who indicated that they would prefer to follow my site in this manner, rather than by utilising the WordPress Reader.
The option to keep up with posts by email is useful not only for those WordPress followers who prefer it to the Reader, but also enables people who don’t wish to create a gravatar profile to keep track of posts via messages delivered to their inbox (not everyone wants to create a Gravatar let alone a WordPress blog)!
3. I am working on the production of a CD featuring me reading my poetry. If you are interested in obtaining a copy please email me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is rendered thus in order to defeat spammers).
When emailing please put “poetry CD” in the subject line.
There Was A Young Man Called Strong
There was a young man called Strong
Who sang a comic song.
When the audience looked bored,
He thought “oh lord,
I have sung this song too long!”
That Old Fox
In my bed.
My head
Filled with warm fuzzy thought.
Falling
Into the arms of sleep,
My attention is suddenly caught
By the bark
Of the fox calling
In the dark.
He is my old enemy and friend
And will be with me at the end.
One can pretend
Otherwise
And gaze in mock surprise
When his final bark is heard.
But, in the end
It is that old fox, death, who will have the last word.
A PassionateYoung Man Named Seb
A passionate young man named Seb
Decided to trawl the web.
There he met
A girl called Yvette.
She said “I love you my darling honey.
Please send me some money
So we can be together,
Forever and ever”.
Seb dispatched her funds via Western Union
As he longed for a communion,
Holy or otherwise.
But, to his surprise
He has still not met
His true love, Yvette …
There Was A Young Lady Called Yvette
There was a young lady called Yvette
Who while out one night met,
A charming man named Miles.
He was full of smiles.
But afterwards she did regret …
There Was A Young God Called Horus
There was a young god called Horus
Who swallowed a thesaurus.
When his friend said “it will get wet”,
He replied “I have never yet
Eaten one that is not porous!”.
K Morris - Poet 