The sweeper of leaves
Sweeps at all hours.
He takes new flowers.
And sometimes he leaves
Half-dead leaves, which quiver,
And wish to wither
Away. And we say
“Why take blooming flowers
When half-dead leaves stay?”
He sweeps at all hours.
All meet him one day.
Tag Archives: Rhyme
Winter’s Bleak Weather
You will fly
Home today
From far away
And I
May give in
To sin
In winter’s bleak weather.
I am no saint.
The idea is quaint
In these modern times.
But does Man’s pleasure
In composing rhymes
To slim young women
Equate to sin?
My Old Wardrobe
When a young lady named Wang
Out of my old wardrobe sprang
My friend Miss June
Struck up a tune,
And my neighbours they sweetly sang!
My Further Selected Poems Has Been Nominated for the Daisy Award
I am delighted to announce that I have been nominated for the Daisy Award at Two Gals and a Book for my Further Selected Poems.
You can read about the award here, https://twogalsandabookcom.wordpress.com/2021/12/25/the-2021-stacy-and-daisy-award-nominees/. For my Further Selected Poems please visit this link, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F.
My thanks to S Daisy of Two Gals and a Book for nominating my Further Selected Poems for the Daisy Award.
Boxing Day
When a young lady named Fay
Said, “its great Boxing Day today!”
And she clenched her fist
I said, “you must desist!”
But that didn’t deter Miss Fay!
When I Met Satan on Christmas Day
When I met Satan on Christmas day
And I said, “let us all pray”.
He said, “make no mistake,
I have a terrible headache!
I shall sleep off my hangover today!”
Miss Spink’s Christmas Drinks
When a young lady named Miss Spink
Said, “would you like a Christmas drink?”
It ended under the table
With Spink and Miss Mabel
And a bishop dressed in bright pink!
My Ballad About a Salad
I once composed a rather fine ballad
About a young lady and her salad.
But a person named Dan
Being a greedy young man
Ate that salad along with my ballad!
I Forgot the Clock
I forgot
The clock
When life got
In the way.
But he did stay
Ticking away my day.
Don’t Kiss Strangers Under the Mistletoe
When a wise and far sighted minister said,
“Good people, don’t kiss strangers under the mistletoe!”
I wondered whether one can go
To a pretty stranger’s bed
So long as you don’t kiss under mistletoe?
(Therese Coffey, a government Minister advises against kissing strangers under the mistletoe, https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-59500232?at_medium=RSS&at_campaign=KARANGA).
