When a young lady smoking some Pot
Said, “do you think that I’m hot?”,
They Said to her, “Moriah!
You’ve just started a fire!
You need to stop dropping that Pot!”.
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Dave’s Rave
There was a young man named Dave
Who attended a very large rave,
Where a girl with a beard
Said, “some say that I’m weird,
But I really don’t like to shave!”.
Bliss
“Would you like to,
Again? before I go …?”
Her kiss!
Her hands!
His momentary bliss.
Time never stands
Still. Goodbyes are spoken
And banks open.
When I Die
When I die
What will people see
In my poetry?
Will they read me
At all?
I will not know
Whether tis so
For in my pall
My poetry
Must surely go.
Though perhaps it may
Not be so.
Sex Kitten
A young lady who comes from Britain
Is known as a great sex kitten.
My dear old dog
Is known as Hogg,
And my kitten she comes from Britain …!
Permanence
Sometimes I think
On permanent things:
The birds that sing,
The grand old churches
And the trees.
Then the breeze,
Mingling with the rain
Shows what will remain.
When you and me
Are as the tree.
When I Bought a Fine Old Castle
When I bought a fine old castle
The resident vampire caused me great hassle.
Both her and a ghost
Would eat all my toast!
So I decided to leave for Newcastle!
I Have Awoken, After Wine
I have awoken, after wine,,
With a girl who’s heart
Was not mine,
And romanticising her in rhyme,
Have created art
Through a lie.
But love and lust
Both end in dust.
And there I
Must one day lie.
Naughty Lou
When a naughty young lady named Lou
Said, “Kevin, I really do miss you!”,
I said to her, “honey,
You miss all my money!”,
She said, “yes, that is perfectly true!”.
A Poet Entranced
A poet entranced
By branches that dance
In summertime.
Lost in rhyme
he walks the same
Woodland path
After sweet rain.
Nature laughs
As branches pour
Forth their store
Of sweet summer rain
K Morris - Poet 