When a young lady named Leigh
Said, I have a degree!”,
And I asked, “where did you study?”,
She said, “in fields very muddy,
As my degree’s in archaeology!”.
—
A young man named Mole
Being possessed of a poetic soul,
Recites dark and mournful poetry
To a young lady called Leigh,
Whilst wearing a washing up bowl!
—
A young lady named Megg
Says she’s layed an egg.
The tabloids have gone wild
And a patents been filed,
But Megg is pulling their leg!
When a young lady named Rose
Said, “I shall a poem compose!”,
A police constable called Kate
Said, “that really is great,
But please, put on some clothes!”.
A young man named Glynn
Wished to give up gin,
So he ordered lemonade
From a pretty barmaid,
Which led him into sin!
When a young lady named Flair
Suggested that we have an affair,
I said, “that’s perfectly okay,
But I’m with Claire today,
And do you have to glare!
A young lady named Claire
Invited me into her lair,
Where we spent a most enjoyable time
Engaged in performing great rhyme,
Until her husband he found us there!
Unaware
As her hair
Brushes my fingers
And, momentarily, lingers
There.
She giggles. wiggles.
And she
Is unaware
Of her hair
And me?
A young man whose name is Mo
Said, “it fills me with great woe
When I see so many beautiful young women
Who spend all of their time sinning,
And the red lights they so eriely glow!
At night
Heels come
Bringing delight
To men, Who when
The sun
Rises, count the cost
Of time lost,
In fun.
There was a young lady named Dixon
Who had an addiction to flash fiction,
And when she died
The great literati cried,
But this rhyme is nought but fiction!
When a young lady named Claire
Tied me up with her hair,
And I said, “is this right?”,
She replied, “its just for tonight”.
Good gentlemen, please beware of Claire!
K Morris - Poet 