There once was a young lady named Fay
Who spent all of her day in play.
A most kindly old gnome
Would come round with Joan,
As they loved to play with Miss Fay.
Fay Who Loved to Play
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Artificial Flowers
The hypnotic tick tock
Of a concealed clock.
Artificial flowers in a vase.
The truth is writ large.
I do not repent
Of their fleeting scent.
But time ends all rhyme.
There Once Was An Old Man of Peru
There once was an old man of Peru
Who fell into a pot of hot stew.
When they said, “are you cooked?”.
He said “I have long looked
To be cooked in a pot of stew!”.
Henrietta’s Erotic Letter
When a naughty young lady named Henrietta
Sent the bishop an extremely erotic letter
His wife called her loose,
And his daughter turned puce.
And the bishop he treasured that letter …
Some People Just Don’t Appreciate Free Verse
When a young man driving a hearse
Composed a poem all in free verse
A corpse in the back
Gave him such a whack,
That he went and crashed that Hearse!
Blackbird
I see the sun shine
Think on the divine
And the tick tock
Of the ever-present clock.
I hear the blackbird
Who has heard
Not of clock,
And my fleeting word.
Moriah’s Passion
A gorgeous young lady named Miss Morriah
Has a passion for the old squire.
She wears stiletto heels
And swims with seals.
And some say the squire’s a liar!
Snow
All alone we go
Waiting for the snow
To softly fall
And cover all.
The wise understand
All must go
Into that quiet land
And greet the snow.
A Daring Young Lady from South Ealing
A daring young lady from South Ealing
Likes to hang from my bedroom ceiling.
I say to her, “Claire,
We must stop this affair,
Before you bring down my bedroom ceiling!”.
There Once Was a Fine Fireman Named Jim
There once was a fine fireman named Jim
Who was not what one would call slim.
He used his hose
On the vicar’s nose,
As he preached of the dangers of sin!
K Morris - Poet 