I am pleased to announce that I am now on Soundcloud. As of today (13/2/19) I have uploaded 4 poems onto my profile, all accessible here.
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Counting Sheep
When he asked her to dress that way,
There was nothing to say
Other than for her
To concur
With his wish,
For a man must have his favourite dish.
Did she care
About what she had to do?
The high-heel shoe
She already had, and the short dress
To. Although I must confess
That I know not
What she thought. But, at any rate
Her recompense
Was great
Redress for any sense
That she was being abused
(And girls choose
To wear such shoes
Do they not)?
And his expense
Was huge.
As for the aftermath,
She took a bath,
While prior to sleep
He counted sheep
There Was A Young Man Named Glover
There was a young man named Glover
Who fell in love with a plover.
But when his love was unrequited
With a flighty young woman he united,
Which didn’t please his mother!
—
There was a young man named Glover
Who fell in love with a plover.
But when his love was unrequited
With a flighty young woman he united,
That foolish young man named Glover!
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Heather
When a young lady whose name is Heather
Went out in windy weather,
She wore an extremely short dress,
Which I must confess
Was not exactly clever!
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Bland
A young lady whose name is Bland
Said, “your wish is my command”!
So I whispered in her ear.
But oh consequences most drear,
I received the back of her hand!
A Flirty Young Lady Named Lou
A flirty young lady named Lou
Lost her party shoe.
But a vicar called Ned
Found it under his bed,
Which pleased that young lady Lou!
A Girl in Heels and Scars
A girl in heels
And scars
Sees not the stars
Above, but feels
The rhythmic motion
Of a rising ocean
Coming to the boil.
Soon the bob, throb
Of the ship will cease.
Bringing peace
From her toil.
But there must be
Another captain of the sea
To receive the charms
Of heels and scars
Until his ship lies becalmed
In arms
Struggling to see
The stars
The Ring of Lustre Pure
The ring
Of lustre pure
Is a thing
Of desire
To many men
But, when
Man does explore
The prize
As yet Untried,
To the very core
Oh how soon the fire
Does Expire
For that particular thing.
An Interview With A Difference
I was intrigued and delighted when author and poet Victoria (Tori) Zigler invited my guide dog Trigger, to be interviewed by her own four-legged canine friend.
You can find Trigger’s interview HERE
During the course of his interview, Trigger was kind enough to talk about my poetry (amongst many other things)!
Kevin
Friday Humour
I know a young lady named Spink
Who has a very unusual kink.
When we passed on the stair
I most solemly swear
That she gave me a significant wink!
—
There was a young man of Liverpool
Who, being a bit of a fool.
jumped into the Mersey river
And started to quiver
As he mistook it for a pool!
K Morris - Poet 