Her gown
Tossed aside
Without pride.
Her crown
Has fallen down
But there are none to stare
For it is his and her
Affair.
Wherefore
Should you and I care?
Wherefore
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When The TV Does Cease
When the TV does cease
Peace
In the hypnotic
Tick tock
Of the clock
Takes hold.
Tel me not
That time is a despot.
True the wise and the fool
Both must obey his rule,
But the wise accept
While many a fool has wept
At the swing of his rod
That reduces all to sod.
The TV
Can make us free
For a while from the thought
That we ought
To heed the pendulum’s swing
That does bring
Our spring
To summer and thence
To autumn when those of little sense
Dye their hair
(Although
They know
That the winter snow
Lets none go.
There Was A Young Man Called Nool
There was a young man called Nool
Who called me a blithering fool.
When I said “pistol or sword?”
He replied “good lord
I really don’t want to duel!”.
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Tuesday Morning Humour
There was a young lady called Hall
Who invited me to a ball,
But when I got there
She said, with a glare
“I didn’t invite you at all!”.
There was a young lady called Hall
Who invited me to a ball,
But when I got there
She said, with a glare
“This invitation I fail to recall!”.
There was a young lady from France
Who requested me to dance.
Her best friend Lou
Said “me too”
Which led to a little romance …!
There was a young lady from France
Who invited me to dance.
As we waltzed on the dance floor
Her husband, General More
Brandished a very sharp lance!
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who owned one single shoe.
She would hop along,
Singing a song,
That excentric young lady called Lou!
There was a young lady called Lou
(Or perhaps her name it was Sue).
She worked as a spy
And I’m told she did die
But I really don’t know if that’s true!
Cat
You padded around
Without a sound,
In that natural, unnatural way.
The curtains where closed
For, without any clothes
My neighbours would have something to say,
As you padded around,
Without any sound
In that natural, unnatural way.
Loyal as a black
Cat, would you come back
Where there cream today,
And pad around
Without a sound
In that natural, unnatural way?
There Was A Young Man Named Guy
There was a young man named Guy
Who lay on the ground to die.
When it started to rain
He sang a sad refrain
Which made me want to die!
The Ride
We ride
To forget
Regret.
We build inside
Savouring the mare’s stride.
Glide
And then slow
But oh
How quickly we let go
And in our fertile
Thrust
We proclaim our denial
That man is but dust
There Was A Young Lady Called Claire
There was a young lady called Claire
With whom I had an affair.
Her best friend Lou
Joined we two
Along with a girl named Flair!
There was a young lady called Claire
With whom I had an affair.
When her husband Drew
Caught us two
He kicked me down their stair!
K Morris - Poet 