I once saw a very old horse
With his clubs on the golf course.
When I said “good day”,
He said to me, “nay!”,
That rude and most cantankerous old horse!
I Once Met a Very Old Horse
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
She Bought Shoes
The cash machine.
The gleam
In her eye
As she
Followed him home.
Chanting of shoes.
Later, alone
At home
He considered ”choose”.
She bought shoes.
And when they are gone
The profession will live on.
Round
When a young man named Round
Said, “do say something really profound”,
I said, “men are dust
And full of much lust.
And yours is the next round!”.
I Can Try
I can try
To immortalise my clock
In a rhyme.
And, when I stop
My rhyme
May still engage
On fading page,
Though I
Shall know it not.
Happy Christmas
At this time of year, I am reminded of Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Oxen” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83cHvz5u39s
Hardy recollects “elders” talking about the oxen kneeling on Christmas Eve to worship Christ. He then goes on to say that few would now believe such things, but ends by saying that where he to be asked to go and see the animals kneeling he would go “hoping it might be so”.
As an agnostic (or, perhaps a cowardly atheist), I share Hardy’s view. I to would go to see the oxen kneel “hoping it might be so.”
A very happy Christmas to all of my readers. May your Christmas be full of warmth and happiness.
Kevin
My Fling with Ling
I once had a very quick fling
With a young lady named Miss Ling.
Her friend Miss Bland
Lost a new hairband,
And me and Ling broke a bedspring!
A Young Man Who Sat Drinking Hock
A young man who sat drinking Hock
Attached a sock to his Grandfather’s clock.
His lover Miss Hocking
Removed a silk stocking,
And the vicar he said, “tick tock!”.
As I Strolled Down a Very Dark Alley
As I strolled down a very dark alley
I met with a young lady named Sally.
I said to sergeant White,
“There is no moon tonight
And I was just discussing astronomy with Sally …!”.
Stilletos Leave Marks
Stilettos leave marks
In gentlemen’s hearts.
Or perchance
They dance
With fleeting pleasure
In summer weather,
Which leaves no marks
In lust filled hearts.
Blackpool Sand
I once had a one night stand
With a young lady on Blackpool sand.
When the tide came in
I wept for my sin,
And abandoned that girl on the sand …!
K Morris - Poet 