I can not count
The amount
Of girl’s bare feet
That have passed
Before my glass.
Time depletes
Us all.
Then we fall
Into a bed
Where all
Lust is dead.
Time Depletes
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Darkening
Sitting in this darkening room
I feel desire
For a girl’s sweet perfume,
But the flame
Is not the same
As of yore.
For flames die
And turn to ash.
And I
Must pass
From bedroom to tomb
Where love and lust
Are one in dust.
I Once Had a Girlfriend Named Jamie
I once had a girlfriend named Jamie
Who said, “this relationship is too samey!”.
When I suggested we see Miss White
She said, “we did that last night!
Lets have Miss Right tonight”, said Jamie …!
Miss Ria’s New Year
There was a young lady named Ria
Who, it being a brand new year,
Drank a whole bottle of wine,
Which was more or less fine,
But then she turned to strong beer …!
Miss Hall’s Crystal Ball
I met a young lady named Hall
Who said, “gaze into my crystal ball!”.
When I looked therein
I saw great sin,
So went home with gorgeous Miss Hall!
Janus
Janus waits in the wings.
As with previous dead years
He will bring
Laughter and tears.
Doors open and close.
The futurologist thinks he knows
What the future holds.
But Janus thumbs his nose,
And history goes
On as before,
And where it goes
Heaven only knows.
Sherry
A man whose name is Terry
Is extremely fond of his Sherry.
As for me
I like tea,
And sometimes I enjoy Miss Sherry …
Lou and Her Shoe
When a wicked young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her shoe,
And she said to Miss Jane,
“Pass me that big cane!”,
I begged Lou for more shoe!
Working Girls
Some come in wintertime
And bring delight
To an empty night.
Others in summertime
Fall with legs bare
In sultry air.
First timers are shy
And frequently do maintain
“I won’t do that again!”.
While guys inwardly sigh
And under their breath say,
“You will for pay”.
Kisses, laced with wine
Are sometimes divine
For good strong drink
Wards off think.
And a painted smile
Stays for a while.
My Dog (Still young)
My dog (still young)
Enjoys these fallen leaves
Flung across pavements
By Winter’s breeze,
Where they lie
As he and I
Pass by
On a December day.
K Morris - Poet 