When a daring young lady named Ria
Decided to swing from my old chandelier,
The good Bishop Paul
Feared she would fall.
But she fell long ago, did Ria.
When a Daring Young Lady Named Ria
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Terse
A young man driving a hearse
Said, “my verse is very terse”.
There Was a Young Lady Named Yvette
There was a young lady named Yvette
Who caused many rich gentlemen to forget
Their duty and sense,
Which led to expense.
And a contented and very wealthy Yvette.
When A Young Lady Most Enigmatical
When a young lady most enigmatical
Said, “you are far too fanatical”.
And I failed to comprehend,
She called me her friend.
And then we discussed the grammatical.
The Story of Lady Chatterley’s “Real Lover
An interesting post on Matthew Wright’s blog entitled “The Story of Lady Chatterley’s “Real” Lover”, https://mjwrightnz.wordpress.com/2020/10/10/the-story-of-lady-chatterleys-real-lover/
Leaf Blower
The leaf blower blows.
But can not keep pace
With the fall of leaves.
The wise man knows
That the race
Of dead leaves
Must end in dust
For them.
And men.
The Policeman
When a policeman said, in a manner most mysterious
“Sir, are you treating this matter as truly serious?”.
I stood on my head
And with great gravity said,
“Officer, I am never anything other than truly serious!”.
A Review of My Collection of Poetry “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”
I was delighted to receive this review of my collection of poetry “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”, https://therapybits.com/2020/10/09/book-review-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems-by-kevin-morris/.
You can find “Light and Shade” here, https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/
Reading a Poem
It is a fact
That one may beautify
A lie,
Or other ugly act
In rhyme.
The good-time
Girl, becomes his lover true.
But, those who
Can read between a line,
May, correctly, construe his rhyme.
Song
The wind is strong
At the start
Of the wooded path,
Which is not long.
As I pass
To it’s heart
There is no song.
But, near the end
Of the path
I hear your song
Again, my friend.
K Morris - Poet 