I walked alone
Through the graveyard.
Then, on reaching home,
I pondered on lovers
And the dead.
The graveyard plot
Is cold,
Whilst love is hot.
Yet the dead
And lovers
Both have their bed,
Do they not?
(“I Walked Alone” appears in “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F).
There once was a girl called Lou
Who wrote a poem upon her shoe.
A young man named Neil
Said, “you’re down at heel.
And your poem it won’t do Lou!”.
She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
There was a young lady in heels
Who was fond of swimming with seals.
The men, full of beer
Would stand near and cheer,
As they loved to watch those seals!
When a forward young lady named Fay
Said, “sir, you are old and gray!”,
I composed a rhyme
About old Father Time
And Fay whose hair will turn gray!
There once was a very clever poltergeist
Who carried out a daring bank heist.
My late friend Kate
Knew how to levitate,
And was known as the clever poltergeist …!
When a ghost travelling in a carriage
Said, “do come with me to Harwich!”,
I said, “you stupid old ghoul!
You must think me a fool!
As your carriage is already in Harwich!”
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Kevin
I once met a man named Slaughter
Who had a most beautiful young daughter.
She said to me, “good sir,
You can admire my blonde hair,
But my father’s name it is Slaughter!”
When a young lady named Ling
Said, “do come round and swing!”,
I went round with Miss Lou
And a pretty vicar called Sue,
But we couldn’t find Ling’s swing …!
K Morris - Poet 