There was a young lady called Flair
Who indulged in many an affair.
Her husband Ted
Found me under their bed
With Flair and his blonde mistress Claire …
There Was A Young Lady Called Flair
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The Lightning Flashes Across The Sky
The lightning flashes across the sky
And I
Hear the roar
Of Thor.
Its just passed midnight and from my window
I am reluctant to go
For I know
That although
The roar
Of Thor
Will be heard once more,
That this show
Of an evening late
Which I spectate
May survive
For a time
In rhyme
There Was A Young Lady Called Aphrodite
There was a young lady called Aphrodite
Who lost her see-through nightie.
She searched high and lo
And I really don’t know
Who has her see-through nightie …
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
There was a young man called Guy
Who said “a Socialist am I”,
As his housemaid Jane
Poured champagne
For me and my friend Guy
Twas Such Bliss
Twas such bliss
Her kiss
So sweet and soft
As we lay
In the hayloft.
Then the devil coughed
And I heard him say
“Apologies, I have terrible hay fever today …”.
There Was A Young Lady Called Jill
There was a young lady called Jill
Who owned a dog named Bill.
While in her local pub
He ate all the grub
And Jill she paid the bill!
Working Towards A Collection Of Poetry
Emma Lee has written a helpful post on producing a collection of poetry. Emma discusses the advantages and disadvantages of publishing a collection dealing with one theme VS producing a book containing a variety of themes.
Emma’s post caused me to ponder on my own writing and, in particular my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”. The title of the book brings to mind both clocks and time more generally and there are, indeed a number of poems which deal with this subject matter. There are, however also poems which touch upon a variety of other issues, for example “Crack” which deals with addiction to hard drugs and “Count Dracula Went Out To Dine” (a poem of a more humorous nature). I deliberately chose to include poems on a multiplicity of themes on the basis that “variety is the spice of life”. I enjoy reading collections which cover various subjects and wishing to offer my readers the kind of collection that appeals to me, I took the decision to include a mixture of poems thereby (I hope) enhancing the enjoyment of my readers and avoiding the risk of being pigeonholed as the poet who only writes about time.
You can find Emma Lee’s post here, https://emmalee1.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/working-towards-a-collection-of-poems/.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is available from Moyhill Publishing and can be found here, http://moyhill.com/clock/. It is also available in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG
There Was A Young Man Called Dave
There was a young man called Dave
Who slept on a weathered old grave.
Late at night
Much to the ghost’s delight
Dave would rant and rave!
I am Told
I am told
That one is getting old
When policemen look younger than you.
I’m sure that’s true
But when girls say
In a friendly sort of way
That their dad has the same interests as you,
Then what is a guy to do
Other than smile and accept
That age
Has crept
Up on him like a thief in the bleak night
And that although he may, in the company of young women delight
He must
For the purposes of love or lust
Engage with women of a similar age
As no
Young ladies desire
A grey haired sire.
But oh!
If he have money it may be so …!
The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past
The hands are almost at half-past.
Will the clock last
The hour?
A sudden shock
Can stop
The clock
At …
And what of that?
For clocks
Are like flies,
One dies
But the great tick tock
Continues on,
Though one is gone.
K Morris - Poet 