There once was a girl named Claire
Who met with a large brown bear.
It is strange to meet
A bear on Oxford Street.
And to see young ladies eaten there!
Claire and the Bear
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
A 4 Star Review of My Collection, “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”
I was pleased to receive the following review of my recently published “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”:
“… The first few poems relate to the death of the poet’s guide dog, Trigger. “Dog Bed” and “To a Departed Dog” are especially poignant. They are followed by a group featuring autumn, winter, or birds. Nature here is both comforting and indifferent. The best of this group is “This Winter Sunshine.” It is very short but very good. Two others that are brief but brilliant are “A Confession” and ” I Face My Darkening Window.” …”.
To read the review in its entirety on Goodreads please visit this link, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3935821813. The review can also be found on Amazon here, https://www.amazon.ca/review/R2QF59JP09SB74/. To read a sample or purchase The Further Selected Poems of K Morris please visit this link, https://www.amazon.com/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F, or this one, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris/dp/B08XL7YZ9H/
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Louise Who Lived in a Hive of Bees
There once was a girl named Louise
Who lived in a hive of bees.
When they said, “do bees sting?”.
She said, “love is my king!
And I fend them off with cheese!”.
Liberty and Equality
Sometimes, my old friend
You seem to contend
That those who are weak
Should hold back the strong.
But let us speak
Of liberty, my friend.
And how, in the end
It dies when the strong
Are constrained in the name
Of that slippery god Equality.
I would not condemn
Imperfect men
To the elusion of equality.
You see
The death of variety
Is inevitable, when good men
Philosophise. And, turning their eyes
Away from reality.
Forget great liberty.
And obsess over equality.
Lost in Translation
One night stand
How very bland
When I say
It that way.
3 words hidden
Behind a euphemism
She, Studying At University
She, studying at university.
Sitting on his settee.
The wine eases.
She softly pleases.
A girl’s first time
Caught in a rhyme.
A generous fee
For her company …
There Once Was a Well Known Intellectual
There once was a well known intellectual
Who became famous for wearing one spectacle.
He explored beautiful young women
And the concept of sinning …
Some say he was not that respectable …
Riding with Miss Stride
When a young lady named Stride
Said, “do come for a ride”.
We entered the stable
And Stride, being able,
I soon learned how to ride
Whilst Drunk On All Kinds of Booze
Whilst drunk on all kinds of booze
I borrowed my new girlfriend’s stiletto shoes.
And walked through the town
Wearing nought but her nightgown.
Did you see me on the news?
There Once Was a Nymph Named Fay
There once was a nymph named Fay
Who liked to play in the hay.
The local squire
Had a desire.
But that nymph she refused to play!
