I know a young lady named Kate
Who went out on a sugar date.
But the man had no money,
Which we all found quite funny!
But she lacks any humour does Kate!
Kate Who Went Out on a Sugar Date
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
A Cry in the Dark
I open my window
And let in his cry
With the chill night air.
He is out there
Somewhere in the dark park,
Or the churchyard nearby.
I closed my
Window against the chill air.
He remained there,
(For how long I
Can not say).
Then his cry
Seemed to fade away.
A House of Stopped Clocks
A house of stopped clocks .
Where, when,
He attempts to wind them,
Wise men
Say, “why not try
Some new batteries today …!”.
In My Younger Days
In my younger days
I played
With many a maid.
Now my clock
Has stopped.
Yet still I rhyme
Of Father Time.
But all clocks wound
Must run down
When I Last Passed
When I last passed
This way
I recall no wall
Of wild wet flowers.
That bloom
In May
In the summertime
Flowers will bloom
Still. But in wintertime
Who will recall
This rain-kissed wall
Of springtime and rhyme.
When a Poetical Young Man Named Ray
When a poetical young man named Ray
Recited a poem which was most risqué,
A young lady named Hocking
Lost more than her stocking,
And me, I discussed poetry with Ray!
Dancer
A fleeting connection.
A middle-aged poet’s introspection.
You danced by
And I
Saw youth
And your love of art,
And felt an answering spark
In my poet’s heart.
There is truth
Of a kind
For you to find
Should you truly look
Behind my book.
You will dance away
And, at some future day
May remember a middle-aged poet
Who gave to you
Something of what is true.
Ron the Poet
When a poet whose name was Ron
Said “my poetry will surely live on”.
An old man called Brian
Warned him of a lion,
Which devoured all his poetry and Ron.
Foxes
I yawn
In the early morn.
A bark
Pierces the dark.
The carpet is warm
Against my bare
Feet. While out there
The fox’s word
Is heard
Ere I sleep.
Dangerous Neil
When a dangerous young man named Neil
Said, “you’re going to feel cold steel!”,
A brave girl called Jagger
Grabbed hold of that dagger,
And I composed a poem about Neil …!
K Morris - Poet 