There was a young man called Pailing
Who owned a goat named Grayling.
One day the animal got out,
And his neighbour did shout,
“Pailing! Grayling has just eaten my railing …!”
There Was A Young Man Called Pailing
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When
I find
That my clock has stopped.
I can the mechanism wind
Again and again,
But when
The time does come
Methinks the clock will still run
There Was A Young Man Called Neil
There was a young man called Neil
Who dated a girl in high heel.
When she stood on a wall,
She was 12 feet tall,
It made his senses reel!
—
There was a young man called Neil
Who dated a girl named Lucille.
When she stood on a wall,
She was 12 feet tall,
It made his senses reel!
There Was A Young Man Called Pailing
There was a young man called Pailing
Who went out with his dog sailing.
They got lost in the ocean,
And there was quite a commotion,
You should have heard their weeping and wailing!
—
There was a young man called Pailing
Who bought a brand new railing.
But the darned thing broke,
And he remarked, “what a joke,
And the light it is certainly failing!”
There Was A Young Lady Called Anna
There was a young lady called Anna
Who waved a rather rude banner.
When people did complain
She said, with disdain
“This is just my normal manner”!
Nothing in Particular
On a fine
December day, when the sun does shine,
I breathe in the smell
Of old books, and hope all may be well.
Dust causes me to cough.
One may scoff
At the idea
Yet I fancy, death brings up the rear.
My wardrobe door creaks at a late hour.
Reason’s power
Has gone astray
And I pray
That despair
Remains in his lair.
Podcast of Kevin’s poem, “My Old Clock I Wind” on Vancouver Co-op Radio
Many thanks to Neall of Vancouver Co-op Radio for reading my poem, “My Old Clock I wind” and Ariadne for facilitating this. The poem is below:
“My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop With my hand,
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone”.
The show was broadcast at 13:00 on Thursday 8 December and can be found
HERE
My poem is read approximately 45 minutes into the programme.
I will be interviewed on Vancouver Co-op Radio on 12 January 2017.
Kevin
There Was A Young Lady Called Nell
There was a young lady called Nell
Who lived in a wishing well.
It was dark and cold
And I am told
That she had nowhere else to dwell!
The River and the Bird
A beautiful bird came to a river most still.
She dipped her bill
And a mighty torrent took river and bird
To a place
Beyond any word
From a poet heard,
Where lovers embrace.
There Was A Young Vampire Called Dracula
There was a young vampire called Dracula
Who’s knowledge of languages was spectacular.
In general, vampires communicate very well,
Although I have heard tell
That they sometimes employ the vernacular!
K Morris - Poet 