When a young lady in a bonnet
Composed a very fine sonnet,
And they said, “that doesn’t quite rhyme”,
She replied, “that is no crime”,
Then left to change her bonnet!
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When a young lady in a bonnet
Composed a very fine sonnet,
And they said, “that doesn’t quite rhyme”,
She replied, “now I have the time,
I shall be right back on it!”.
There once was a man named Dan
Who loved a girl called Ann,
But Ann loved Bill
(Who was with Jill),
And Jill, she fell for Dan!
‘Tis the quiet time
Before the sun
Does come.
I shall rhyme
Ere the day is done
And I become,
As one with the setting sun
When a young man whose name was Max
Remarked, “Britannica Pax”,
And they said, with a sigh,
“You foolish young guy”!,
He told them all to relax!
—
When a young man named Max
Remarked, “Britannica Pax”,
A man called Purse
Said, “It doesn’t work as verse,
But it should be Pax Britannica!”.
Note: (“Pax Britannica” is latin for “British Peace”).
When on my way
Through the churchyard today
I nearly fell,
I knew well
That one day,
There I will stay
Me reading my poems ‘As You Pass’ and ‘Raining’ on Soundcloud.
When a young lady whose name is Fliss
Said, “tis bliss to Kiss”,
Her friend Moriah
Said, “the squire’s looks are dire,
But his wealth, it gives me bliss!”.
—
When the wife of a man named Ted
Found a young woman asleep in their bed,
Her face turned dark
And she made a remark,
But I dare not repeat what she said!
out into the rain I dash.
A flash
Of lightening.
The sky, for a moment brightening
And me wondering
Whether I will survive the thundering
As my guide dog’s harness is part steel,
So its really not ideal …
—
My guide dog needed to pay a call of nature earlier this evening. While I was aware of the rain, I was not cognisant of the storm which suddenly broke overhead. Had I been aware, I certainly would have remained safely indoors! As it was, all ended well.
When a young man named Coker
Remarked, “your verse ’tis mediocre”,
And I said, “come hither”,
He began to quiver,
As I raised a very large poker!
When they say
“You must be in the progressive way”,
I shall talk
Of my walk
Of earlier today.
Of the wind’s dance,
And of more than one fallen branch.
K Morris - Poet 