When a naughty young lady named Lou
Said, “Kevin, I really do miss you!”,
I said to her, “honey,
You miss all my money!”,
She said, “yes, that is perfectly true!”.
Naughty Lou
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A Poet Entranced
A poet entranced
By branches that dance
In summertime.
Lost in rhyme
he walks the same
Woodland path
After sweet rain.
Nature laughs
As branches pour
Forth their store
Of sweet summer rain
When the Telescreens Went on the Blink
When the telescreens went on the blink,
A few took a lover
But, most, being fearful of Big Brother
Did not think
To riot. The Proles stayed quiet,
(Though members of the Thought Police
Where found drowned
In the poorer quarters of town).
Then, when the telescreens all got restored,
Things went on just as before.
Passing Time
My clock chimes
On a spring day.
Women and wine
Are mine,
But my springtime
Has passed
And the fast
Tick tock
Of antique clocks
Appeals not
To girls in heels
Who do not
Feel their clock
Soon must stop.
In My Lonely Hours
In my lonely hours
I have known
The pull of flowers.
I have grown
Weary of being alone
And bought wine
And flowers
To while
Away the time
With painted smiles
And blossom,
Fallen as I.
My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses is Now Available from Amazon
I am pleased to announce that my humorous collection of poetry, “My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses”, is now available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon.
Book Description:
A humorous collection of verses ranging from the slightly risqué to the quite frankly ridiculous.
Links:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (Kindle for the UK).
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https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5KVPS78? (paperback for UK customers).
https://www.amazon.com/Friends-Robot-Girlfriend-Humorous-Verses-ebook/dp/B0C5L3V51S/ (paperback for amazon.com customers).
A Cry in the Dark
I open my window
And let in his cry
With the chill night air.
He is out there
Somewhere in the dark park,
Or the churchyard nearby.
I closed my
Window against the chill air.
He remained there,
(For how long I
Can not say).
Then his cry
Seemed to fade away.
A House of Stopped Clocks
A house of stopped clocks .
Where, when,
He attempts to wind them,
Wise men
Say, “why not try
Some new batteries today …!”.
In My Younger Days
In my younger days
I played
With many a maid.
Now my clock
Has stopped.
Yet still I rhyme
Of Father Time.
But all clocks wound
Must run down
When I Last Passed
When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.
K Morris - Poet 