Oh maid
Most staid
We never played,
But I clearly heard
A teasing word
A little while ago
And I desire you to know
That I have forgot not.
So I smile
And make polite chit chat
About this and that
While thinking on a sleek cat
That desires the cream.
I can but dream …
There was a young man called Mow
Who composed a poem about a crow
In ink deep blue.
But that poem it flew
Far away from that young man Mow.
A confusion over socks.
She laughs.
Their paths
Did Converge for a time
His memory unlocks
And she, and her socks
Are bound in a rhyme.
Post boxes red.
What is said
Must be red
Unless the recipient be dead
Or gone away.
True the mail
May fail
And letters go astray.
And let it never be said
That it is convenient when some letters go unread …
Further to the announcement of the competition to win an audio download of my book “The Writer’s Pen and Other poems, which closed at 5 pm on Friday 7 December, I am delighted to announce that Zoe, of Zurkpoetry (https://zurkpoetry.wordpress.com) has woon a copy of my book. Many congratulations to Zoe!
To listen to a free sample of “The Writer’s Pen”, or to purchase the audio book please visit https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KPPG98M/.
A young lady who’s name is Wong
Has love for me most strong,
But my girlfriend Lou
Comes home at 2
So it can’t last very long …
The wind laughs in a tree.
And as for me
I think on my poetry
Desire.
Fire.
Seamstress.
Confess.
Short.
Dress.
When a young lady who’s name is Ling
Invited me to swing
I asked my friend Lou
To join in too
But it really wasn’t her thing …
There was a young lady called Michelle
Who entered that placed named hell,
But being extremely rude
And more than crude
The devil did Michelle expel.
K Morris - Poet 