As the season of Halloween rapidly approaches
I meet many young women wearing cockroaches.
When I ask, “are you a witch?”,
They say, “no, we are very rich!
Don’t you know its expensive wearing cockroaches!”.
Leaves turn brown
‘Ere they fall
To waiting ground.
I heard
A bird’s
Alarm call.
Autumn will become
Winter. The sun
Will burn out.
Some still shout
Of human progress
While leaves fall.
I met a young lady named Glover
Who asked could she be my lover.
She said, just for me
She’d throw in Miss Leigh,
Which delighted that young lady’s dear mother!
When a young lady whose name is Gale
Said, “you and your friend look so pale!”,
I said, “me and White
Went out drinking all night,
And there was something wrong with the ale!”.
The dark
Does fight
With the light
In my heart.
For art
Comes from dark
And light.
I know a young lady named Rose
Who is known for crossing her toes.
When I say to her, “honey,
Why do you walk so funny!”.
She says, “I’m forever crossing my toes!”.
Cuts bite.
A degree
Isn’t free.
At night
Students learn
To turn
Their looks
Into books
I have known
In the biblical sense
Many young women.
I make no pretence
That their names
Where all known.
I know a young lady named Nelly
Who is famous for her smelly wellie.
We went to a gallery
With an artist called Valerie,
And exhibited Nelly’s wellie in a jelly!
When a young lady who sat mixing paste
Said, “your poetry is not to my taste!”,
Just for a caper
I grabbed some wallpaper,
And stuck it to her using that paste!
K Morris - Poet 