I know a young poet named Lee
Who says, “my poetry will outlast me!”.
I regret his verse
Grows steadily worse
So they pay him to teach poetry!
The Poetry Teacher
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A Lover’s Tiff
When a pretty young lady known as Lou
Said, “I will see you both at 2”,
My girlfriend Jane
Really did complain
As she has this thing for Miss Sue …!
Earth
These autumn leaves
Remind me
Of my mortality.
Winter’s knife
Chops down life.
And trees
In spring bring
Forth leaves
And I recall
We all
Are of earth
And turf.
She says, “Soon I Will Stop This”
She says, “soon I will stop this”.
“Why do I engage
With a girl only half my age?.
Must I forever kiss
Lips which yearn to turn from me?
I am no devil
And perhaps at a certain level
She likes me.
In her deep sleep I see
Her in her vulnerability
And find the tenderness in me.
There is no true bliss
In her reluctant kiss.
But gold may hold sway
Tomorrow as with today.”
The Importance of Humour
A young lady who works as a perfumer
Said, “you have absolutely no sense of humour!”.
As I stamped on her toes
I said, “my dear Miss Rose,
Don’t you wish you had met me sooner!”.
A Girl’s Lost Clothes
A young lady wearing only her bra
Came to drink in my favourite bar.
She said her heels
Got stolen by seals
And her dress was in my car!
There Once Was an Old Man Named Hogg
There once was an old man named Hogg
Who said, “I’ve been flogged by a dog!”.
They said to him, “sir,
You should take more care!
And you really should stay off that grog!”.
Getting the Blame
When a young lady whose known as Nat
Went and left her perfume in my flat,
My sweet girlfriend Leigh
Began to berate me!
But it wasn’t me, it was that Nat!
Old
In my frayed old dressing gown I found
A broken hairband.
I know not where
I met her.
Names I forget.
But this broken hairband commands reflection and regret
For her and all those before.
And others, if there are more
I Could Stop
I could stop
This clock
Once and for all.
Lonely and bored
I called
On Dowson’s rhyme
Of women and wine.
The cork popped
You poured.
And Time’s scythe chopped
Another day away
In play.
K Morris - Poet 