This poem first appeared on my blog some years back and is reproduced below in amended form:
Whilst out shopping
I see girl’s shoes
And lose
Myself in a shocking
Thought, of stilettos bought
By young women who,
At night
Bring delight
With loss of shoe
And stocking.
But I have shopping
Still to do!
When a pretty young lady named Miss Lou
Said, “you should take care what you do
As there are young women
To tempt you into sinning,
I said, “yes, I’ll see you at 2 …!”
Leaving the freezing dark
Of the silent park
The house lights
Punctuate my night.
We huddle in houses
With lovers and spouses
While the night
Mocks our temporary light
When a young lady who is exotic
Suggested that we do something very erotic,
I said to her, “Lou,
I would really love to,
But my wife she is very despotic!”.
My shadow goes
In front of me
On a cold
Though sunny December day.
Behind the sunshine
I often see
A cold shadow grow.
But is that me?
When a young lady washing the dishes
Said, “have you seen my pet fishes?”.
I said to her, “Claire!
You should take more care!
Your washing those fishes with the dishes!”.
When an adventurous young lady named Miss Fay
Invited us all to play in the hay,
The squire’s Beagle
Discovered a needle,
And the squire made hay with Miss Fay!
A much widowed young lady named Lake
Has baked many men in a cake.
She is extremely pretty
And really quite witty,
But I really don’t fancy Lake’s cake …!
A man who is a terrible sinner
Came round to mine for his dinner.
His name being Paul
He ate it all.
As for me? I grew much thinner!
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade.
But the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
K Morris - Poet 