A lady who is just over 40
Is rather pretty, and really quite naughty.
Her husband Ray
Is away today.
As for me, I’m feeling quite naughty!
A Lady Who Is Just Over 40
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Muse
She has long dark hair.
Nothing to bind
Him there.
It is not that kind
Of affair.
She is there
For a time.
Caught in his rhyme.
A something, of art
But no part
Of his heart.
Is the poet’s duty
To beauty?
Art may uglify.
Yet truth is beauty,
And poets lie.
Shirley
There was a young lady named Shirley
Whose hair was both long and curly.
When it fell right off
She said, with a cough,
“This life, it doesn’t treat me fairly!”.
When A Young Lady Riding A Fox
When a young lady riding a fox
Said, “do you like my new socks?”.
I said, “too many young women
Are fond of nothing but sinning.
And that fox has eaten your socks!”.
Lust
When old men
Lust
After young women.
You will find
Dust,
And sinning
On their mind.
There Was A Journalist Of No Distinction
There was a journalist of no distinction
Who came from a place called Lincoln.
He wrote about me
And pretty Miss Leigh.
And he found his extinction in Lincoln.
A Lady of Pleasure
I met a lady of pleasure
Whose name was Louise or Heather
I spent much time
In composing this rhyme,
Which delighted that lady of pleasure.
Dead Leaves
On an autumn day
I touched dead
Leaves on a tree.
I walked away.
But those dead,
Leaves did stay
With me.
Rose’s Interview
A young lady named Miss Rose
Is fond of wearing no clothes.
She went for an interview
Wearing no stocking or shoe.
And I’m still interviewing Miss Rose.
You Made Me Happy for a Time
You made me happy for a time.
There was no ring, or some such thing.
But that is no crime.
The world continues to turn
And I, long ago learned
That to keep
to rhyme
Is cheap
K Morris - Poet 