When an elderly gentleman named Sam
Dated a young lady named Pam,
And all her girlfriends looked askance,
He asked them to come dance!
That chivalrous old gentleman named Sam!
When An Elderly Gentleman Named Sam
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When A Young Lady Named Lin
When a young lady named Lin
Jumped out from behind my bin,
And I said, “have you been sinning?”,
She just couldn’t stop her grinning.
So I joined Lin behind my bin!
Flat
She arrives, tottering
On heels. Her breasts pressed
Against her too tight dress.
He has been pottering.
And, on hearing the familiar click clack
Opens wide
The door to her
Claire,
(well, its something like that)
Slides in, wearing matching black
Dress and shoes.
They drink booze
And chat.
Then retire
To the place of desire,
Where the curtains flap,
And the booze goes flat.
A Young Lady Named Kirsty
A young lady named Kirsty,
Who was feeling extremely thirsty,
Took a job in a club,
Called the Oil and Rub,
Where gentlemen go when they’re thirsty!
The Boss
When a young man named Lee
Said, “my employees all hate me!
They haven’t yet been paid,
As out partying I’ve stayed!”.
I said, “have another brandy, Lee!”.
When A Young Lady Named Leigh
When a young lady named Leigh
Invited me round for some tea,
And I said, “will there be cake?”,,
She said, “you should make no mistake,
There will be more than tea!”.
What is Free Verse?
A good introduction to free verse on the blog Interesting Literature, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/02/what-is-free-verse-introduction/.
The article discusses the difference between free and blank verse, and provides examples of both.
I Saw A Tree
I saw a tree,
Split, in 2,
Like me.
Long it had stood,
(And still grew).
And all it’s wood
Seemed good
To me.
So far as I could see.
Dough
All the world does know
That a man with much dough
May buy
Expensive art,
And catch a young girl’s eye.
But he will find
That her heart
And mind
Are not part
Of the deal.
But, still, he may steal
More than a kiss,
From a calculating, miss.
Fragile
An insect
Brushed against my head.
I showed it respect,
For soon it will be dead
And an insect
Is fragile
As a girl’s smile.
A kiss.
Or the bliss
Of bed.
And the wind blew chill
And will
Do still,
When I am dead.
K Morris - Poet 