When I met a young lady named Witty
Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,
I said, “many women grace
My fine old country place.
Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.
The Corrupt City
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There Once Was a Mad Conspiracist Named Lee
There once was a mad conspiracist named Lee
Who said, “the worlds controlled by a bee!”.
He died last spring
From a poisonous sting,
From a bee which is now after me …!
Until I Touch
Thoughts of pleasure
In cold weather.
A desire
For fire.
Girls hide in fur
From winter’s chill air.
Though the charm
Of a bare
Leg or arm
May still be seen
In the blind poet’s dream.
I will touch
For pure pleasure
In all kinds of weather.
Until I touch the dust.
Divine Poetry
A young lady whose poetry is divine
Is famous for her naked readings online.
A moderator named Pam
Has disabled the webcam,
As she doesn’t find those poems divine!
Bad Boy!
When a young lady named Miss Wood
Said, “you know you haven’t been good!”.
And her and Miss Jane
Both reached for a cane,
I ran and hid in the wood!
The Importance of Soap
When my friend whose name is Miss Kath
Said, “I feel we all need a bath”,
And her and Miss Cope
Jumped in with the soap,
They threw us out of that swimming bath!
While there is Time
All this must pass away.
Yet, there is still time
To rhyme
Of nymphs in short dresses
Who play
In glades
Of the poet’s fertile mind.
My Trip to Bath
I travelled on a train to Bath
Which was manned by a skeleton staff.
It was on the night of Halloween
And all the passengers did loudly scream.
But the skeletons got us to Bath!
2 Poems from My Poetry Archive
On going through my poetry archives, I came across the below 2 poems. The poems can also be found on my Tiktok, along with many other examples of my poetry, https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet. You don’t have to have a Tiktok account to listen to my work.
Epitaph on a poet
A book of poems upon his grave
Could not the poet save.
The few his words touched
Failed to keep him from the dust.
Here Lies Lot
Here lies Lot
He knew not
Neither who nor what.
Yet there he lies
Forever lost to tears and sighs.
Fantasies
Sometimes I think
A thought
I ought
Not to think.
The devil winks
At me
And whispers, “she
May say
Yes”. To caress
And kiss
Would bring bliss
To me
For a while.
Maybe she
Would confusedly smile,
And say
“I never knew
That you
Felt that way
About me!
I must go!”.
But, maybe
She would stay.
Best to hold
My tongue
For words flung
Carelessly away
May come back
To bite.
But o the delight
Of 1 single night!
But hot fantasy
Is not reality.
So I
Must try
To let it be.
K Morris - Poet 