I smell new-mown grass
As I pass
By the field
Where school children play,
Then pass
Through the Churchyard, where all must,
One day,
Yield to dust.
I Smell New-Mown Grass
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This Morning Whilst Eating Toast
This morning whilst eating toast
I was joined by a rude ghost.
When I said, “I didn’t invite you!”,
He replied, “that’s perfectly true,
But I’m extremely fond of toast!”.
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This morning whilst eating toast
I was joined by a rude ghost.
When I said, “I didn’t invite you!”,
He replied, “that’s perfectly true,
But I’ve come to read your post!”.
I Think Of You In Dream
I think of you in dream,
Walking barefoot, along the sand
But you are forever out of reach
For ’tis impossible to command a dream.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Bland
A young lady whose name is Bland
Said, “your wish is my command”,
But when I said, “iron my clothes”,
She hit me on the nose.
Young ladies I will never understand!
I Know A Young Man Named Hogg
I know a young man named Hogg
Who composed a poem about the smog.
His work is too dense
And fails to make sense,
And he lost me deep in the fog!
When You Saw Her With Me
When you saw her with me
And I asked, “did she
Look Happy?”
You answered “yes”
Which, I must confess
Made me
Smile, for she
Did not smile
Away her time
With me
For the love of my rhyme,
And a smile may beguile,
Reveal or conceal
Simultaneously, while
All you see
Is a smile
That does grace
A girl’s pretty face . . .
Sunday Afternoon Humour
I met a young lady named Lou
Who Said, “I will model for you”.
I found it quite shocking
When she took off a stocking,
But then she lost a shoe!
—
I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I will model for you”.
I found it real shocking
When a girl called Hocking
Came and joined in too!
—
I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I will model for you”.
I found it real shocking
When she removed a stocking,
But then she took off my shoe!
When A Young Man Named Mitch
When a young man named Mitch
Said, “poetry will make me rich!”,
A young lady called Moriah
Sighed, “I must marry the squire,
For poetry does not make one rich!”.
We Start Our Play
We start our play
At break of day
In joy or sorrow,
And when sleep does us take
We pray
That we shall wake
To play
Another day.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Bess
When a young lady whose name is Bess
Said, “my sins I must confess”,
I made prompt reply,
“No priest am I,
And your hair is a terrible mess!”.
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When a young lady whose name is Bess
Said, “my sins I must confess”,
I said, with a sigh,
“No priest am I,
Now please put on your dress!”.
K Morris - Poet 