On going to bed last night
I met a young woman in white.
When I said, “please leave!”.
She said, “can’t you perceive
That you are in the wrong room tonight …?!”.
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On going to bed last night
I met a young lady in white.
When I asked, “who are you?”
She said, “have you seen my left shoe?
And this dress it is far too tight!”.
I have lost my soul
In a hole
Of pleasure and pain.
A brief absence of thought,
I am forever caught
On the wheel of no gain.
A naughty young lady called Bright
Keeps me awake at night
By playing on the violin
In my kitchen bin
As the cats they yowl and fight!
There was a young lady of Madrid
Who in my bedroom hid.
When my wife Jane
Returned from Spain
I hid with that young lady of Madrid.
50 soon.
The moon
Will wax and wane
As it must.
And the sun will rise and set
On my joy and regret.
Everything will remain
The same.
And the dust
Laughs at my lust
There was a young lady called Lou
Who, at Christmas lost a shoe.
Her mother, Jane
Did bitterly complain
As she lost a stocking too!
There once was a poet who, at Christmastime
Began to compose a rhyme.
He started drinking at ten
And I don’t know when
He will get round to finishing that rhyme …
There was a young lady called Holly
Who wrote a rhyme far from jolly.
But when a handsome stranger named Mow
Kissed her under the mistletoe
She composed a rhyme most jolly!
When a drunken young man named Mow
Kissed a girl under the mistletoe
She squealed with delight
And they married next night.
That hasty young couple I know!
A well spoken young lady called Holly
Is fond of saying “gosh” and “golly”.
She married a man
(His name was Dan).
They met while pruning holly!
K Morris - Poet 