The weather is hot.
I could call you
And specify what I …
The sun is hot
Our bodies like glue
In summer’s golden weather.
Shall we lie together
In the golden sun?
Honey, will you come?
The Golden Sun
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Flair Who Was Concerned With My Immortal Soul
I met a young lady named Flair
Who said “you should take great care
As too many women
Are fond of sinning.
Now sir, will you mount the stair?”.
There Once Was a Pigeon Named Lou
There once was a pigeon named Lou
Who spent all her days saying coo.
But a grumpy old cat
Was not fond of that –
So one day Lou ceased to coo!
Last Night
A professional young lady named Miss White
Came round to my place last night.
The bishop was there
With his friend Claire.
And the stars they wink at night.
Fay Who Loved to Play
There once was a young lady named Fay
Who spent all of her day in play.
A most kindly old gnome
Would come round with Joan,
As they loved to play with Miss Fay.
Artificial Flowers
The hypnotic tick tock
Of a concealed clock.
Artificial flowers in a vase.
The truth is writ large.
I do not repent
Of their fleeting scent.
But time ends all rhyme.
Day 5 of the WordCrafter Blog Tour
I am over at Victoria (Tori) Zigler’s blog today as part of the WordCrafter blog tour. To read one of the poems I contributed to the Poetry Treasures anthology, and Victoria’s review of the book, please visit this link http://ziglernews.blogspot.com/2021/05/day-5-of-wordcrafter-poetry-treasures.html.
There Once Was An Old Man of Peru
There once was an old man of Peru
Who fell into a pot of hot stew.
When they said, “are you cooked?”.
He said “I have long looked
To be cooked in a pot of stew!”.
Some People Just Don’t Appreciate Free Verse
When a young man driving a hearse
Composed a poem all in free verse
A corpse in the back
Gave him such a whack,
That he went and crashed that Hearse!
Blackbird
I see the sun shine
Think on the divine
And the tick tock
Of the ever-present clock.
I hear the blackbird
Who has heard
Not of clock,
And my fleeting word.
K Morris - Poet 