In the early morn
The carpet is warm
Under my feet
As I recall
How leaves fall
In the wood nearby.
The seasons repeat.
But I will die.
Morn
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The Joys of Being a Pig
There was a young lady named Pam
Who liked to gorge on boiled ham.
When they said, “you’re a pig!”,
She would chew on her wig
As she rolled in marmalade and jam!
Royal Mail
When a young lady wearing just socks
Jumped out from a red pillar box ,
And a postman named Marr
Said, “want to go far?”,
She said, “well, I’m wearing just socks …”.
Time for Bed
When a young lady dressed in red
Pulled me into a very large bed
I said to her, “Hop!
You and I should stop!
As the customers have turned bright red!”.
Banes and His Love of Drains
There once was a man named Banes
Who had a great obsession with drains.
Being small and thin
He often fell in
Which caused Banes pains in those drains!
Ground
These fallen leaves
On the cold January ground
Send a message profound.
I am bound
To be as these leaves
And fertilize the ground.
What is Form Poetry?
A good short post on form poetry, https://www.writingforward.com/poetry-writing/what-is-form-poetry
A Proposal of Marriage
I know a young lady named Honey
Who has found I’ve come into money.
She’s proposed to me
Along with Miss Lee,
But I can’t marry Lee and Honey!
The Fox’s Bark
Sometimes the fox’s bark
Pierces the dark
As our bodies meet
Under comforting sheets.
A girl’s soft kiss
And exploring hands
Can command my lust.
But your bark,
So cold and sharp
Speaks of dust.
Reinventing the Wheel
There once was a man named Neil
Who said, “I shall invent the wheel!”.
A young lady called Sun
Said, “that’s already been done!”,
As she rolled around with that Neil!
K Morris - Poet 