When A naughty young lady named Linda
Said, “I shall find a date using Cinder,
They said, “do you mean the Tinder app?”,
She replied, “I need that kind of chap,
Who is handsome and hot as a cinder!”.
Is a goddess
Seen before
A goddess
No more
When, on seeing her for a second time
You find
That your rhyme
Did capture
A rapture
That is no more,
Though the rhyme
Is as before?
When a young lady of France
Said, “you men have no romance!”,
And I said, “come over here
And we’ll drink lots of beer!”,
She returned with speed to France!
When a young man of France
Asked to see a lap dance
And they offered him overpriced, lukewarm champagne,
He said, “if its all the same,
I’d rather just see a lap dance!”.
A young man named Hopp
Beats me with his mop.
I’ve begged him to desist,
But he continues to persist.
He’ll surely break that mop!
It is no rumour
That all are humour
Palls, in the end,
My friend
When the vicar’s daughter lost her frock
The whole parish received a great shock,
But ’twas found in my house
By the good vicar’s noble spouse,
Whilst drunk on the bishop’s fine hock!
In the chaos
Of our dreams
We experience a loss
Of the control
That we, in waking hours maintain
And the oh so fragile pane,
Shatters, revealing our soul.
‘Tis good that none but we
Can see
How our consciousness streams,
Out of control, in dreams.
The tombstones look back at me
And will continue to be,
When I can no longer see.
A young lady who comes from Ealing
Is fond of trampolining.
At dead of night
I received a fright,
When she jumped right through my ceiling!
K Morris - Poet 