A journalist by the name of Lou
Has published a story about us two.
It concerns last night
When, by the star’s bright light
You lost a high-heel shoe …
A Journalist By The Name Of Lou
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As You Pass
As you pass
By the grass
My friend,
Do you, As I
Know that all flesh is grass
In the end?
Fingernails
Her fingernails
Clutch
At skin.
Control fails.
Such Pleasure.
Such sin,
‘Tis all too much
For him.
I Know A Young Lady Named Claire
I know a young lady named Claire
Who, just for a dare,
Writes erotic verse,
Which grows steadily worse,
While dressed in her underwear!
Kevin Morris reading his poems ‘Will Spring come again’ and ‘An owl hunting’ on Soundcloud.
Me reading my poems ‘Will Spring come again’ and ‘An owl hunting’ on Soundcloud.
When A Young Lady Whose Name is Sue
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Lost a brand new shoe,
My wife Jane
Did bitterly complain,
When she found that shoe of Sue …
—
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Misplaced a brand new shoe,
I very much regret
That my dog Jet
Chewed that brand new shoe!
An Opportunity to share one of Your Poems
Would you like to share one of your poems? If so, please feel free to either leave a link to it below, or ccut and paste your work into the comment field.
Please only share poems to which you hold the copyright. Do not share other poets copyrighted work (as to do so is a breech of their copyright and may lead to legal action being taken against you).
I look forward to reading your poems.
Kevin
When A Young Lady Whose Name is Sue
When a young lady whose name is Sue
Said, “its perfectly true!”.
I made reply,
“Young lady you lie!
I can’t believe that of Lou!”.
There Once Was A Man With A Beard
There once was a man with a beard
Who the people thought rather weird.
He lived in a tumbled down house
Along with a mouse,
Of which he was afeared!
—
There once was a man with a beard
Whose hair was long and seared.
He lived all alone
In a castle of stone
And he never shaved his beard!
First Time
Not quite knowing what to do
She removes a shoe
Then, for the first time,
Is immortalised in rhyme
K Morris - Poet 