When a young lady named Miss Grace
Said, “I work hard on the coalface”.
And I said, “you’re a miner?”,
She said, “No! my name is Jemima!
And my cousin’s name it is Grace!”.
Whats in a Name
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When I Met a Young Lady Online
When I met a young lady online
Who goes by the name of Divine,
And she called me her honey,
And she asked me for money,
I didn’t swallow that young lady’s line …!
Endings
Soon November
Will become December
And January
Will follow on.
How soon
Another year
Is gone!
The Corrupt City
When I met a young lady named Witty
Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,
I said, “many women grace
My fine old country place.
Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.
Divine Poetry
A young lady whose poetry is divine
Is famous for her naked readings online.
A moderator named Pam
Has disabled the webcam,
As she doesn’t find those poems divine!
Bad Boy!
When a young lady named Miss Wood
Said, “you know you haven’t been good!”.
And her and Miss Jane
Both reached for a cane,
I ran and hid in the wood!
The Importance of Soap
When my friend whose name is Miss Kath
Said, “I feel we all need a bath”,
And her and Miss Cope
Jumped in with the soap,
They threw us out of that swimming bath!
While there is Time
All this must pass away.
Yet, there is still time
To rhyme
Of nymphs in short dresses
Who play
In glades
Of the poet’s fertile mind.
My Trip to Bath
I travelled on a train to Bath
Which was manned by a skeleton staff.
It was on the night of Halloween
And all the passengers did loudly scream.
But the skeletons got us to Bath!
Fantasies
Sometimes I think
A thought
I ought
Not to think.
The devil winks
At me
And whispers, “she
May say
Yes”. To caress
And kiss
Would bring bliss
To me
For a while.
Maybe she
Would confusedly smile,
And say
“I never knew
That you
Felt that way
About me!
I must go!”.
But, maybe
She would stay.
Best to hold
My tongue
For words flung
Carelessly away
May come back
To bite.
But o the delight
Of 1 single night!
But hot fantasy
Is not reality.
So I
Must try
To let it be.
K Morris - Poet 