I know
This show
Must pass.
Each lass
Must go,
And lad also,
To graveyard plot
Where our hot
Lust turns to dust,
And poet’s rhyme
Is out of time.
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Behind My Poetry
A secret desire
May poetry inspire.
As for me
I ofttimes see
Behind my lust
The eternal dust
Waiting for me.
Lou Who Spanks Paying Gentlemen with A Shoe
I know a young lady named Lou
Who spanks paying gentlemen with a shoe.
When she spanked Mr Moore
In a large department store,
They made Lou pay for that shoe!
Shadows and Rainbows
Shadows
In the rainy park.
Dark
With flashes of sunlight.
Rainbows
Come and go,
Capturing the delight
Of rain
In sunlight.
Her Ring on My Entry Phone
Her ring on my entry phone.
“I’ve left my key at home.
I live at flat –“.
The devil winks when man thinks
Thoughts he ought not to think.
But ‘twas no sin
To let her in!
There Once Was a Foolish Old Libertarian
There once was a foolish old libertarian
Who was imprisoned in a large aquarium.
When he said, “I am free
To swim in this great sea!”,
The fish laughed in that large aquarium!
When Ageing Men
When ageing men
Hear girl’s feet
On summer streets,
Perchance they glance
At grandfather clocks,
And remember socks,
Long since lost.
Nell’s Visit to Hell
There was a young lady named Nell
Who met the devil whilst visiting hell.
When the devil proposed
She said, “I suppose
That hell will suit Nell quite well!”.
Their Invitation to Dine
Their invitation to dine
Was really most kind.
Her scent. His wine.
She is not mine.
Public Speaking
There was a young lady named Peach
Who gave many a very fine speech.
Her great verbal power
Impressed the ivory tower,
But the public she just couldn’t reach!
K Morris - Poet 