A morbid young lady called Fay
Said “all this will pass away”.
Her friends said, “Things aren’t that bad.
Don’t be so sad.
She died the very next day!
A Morbid Young Lady Called Fay
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There Was A Young Man Called McManners
There was a young man called McManners
Who was a designer of banners.
He designed one so crude
And with wording so rude,
It was obvious he lacked any manners!
There Was A Young Man Called Mark
There was a young man called Mark
Who lived with a killer shark.
The creature said,
“My future I dread
But yours is very dark”!
The Disquiet of Quiet
The disquiet
Of quiet.
Turn up the sound
And drown
Out the bird
Whose song
Before long
Will stab you to the heart
Causing tears to start.
I, for my part
Listen
Though the tears glisten.
I become a child, for a while
Without guile,
Smile
And yearn to be free
Of me.
There Was A Young Lady Called Flare
There was a young lady called Flare
Who met a handsome man on the stair.
Several hours later
He said, “I’m a waiter”,
But Flare didn’t care …!
—
There was a young lady called Flare
Who met a handsome man on the stair.
Several hours later
He said, “I’m a waiter
And we are blocking the stair …”!
Pneumatic
The pneumatic
Girl’s ecstatic
Sigh
Causes him to wonder Why
No passion lights her azure eye.
Such style
And oh, Her smile.
He will resile
But that smile …
“I will play awhile
Then resile”.
It is a beautiful day.
They will make hay
As the sun does shine.
Women and wine
Are surely divine,
So he will make hay
While the weather stays fine.
Awaking
You neither sleep nor weep,
While I sleep, the sleep of the just or unjust?
Awaking, lust
Is replaced
By a kind of guilt
Mixed with tenderness?
I can not see your face
And the Quilt
Covers
That
Which
Perhaps
Should
Have
Remained
Undiscovered.
Skeletons
Skeleton
Cupboard
Not
Yet
Discovered.
Brush
Under
Carpet
Swept,
Sweeps
No
More.
There Was A Young Lady Called Coral
There was a young lady called Coral
Who was extremely moral.
She found
A pound
And looking around
Said, “No one can see you Coral …”!
There Was A Young Lady Called Patricia
There was a young lady called Patricia
Who worked as a wallpaper stripper.
She got a job in a bar
But didn’t go far
As she wasn’t that kind of stripper!
K Morris - Poet 