On awakening one hot summer morn
I gazed at the beautiful Dawn.
And said, with a start,
Why bless my old heart!
How did you get here Dawn!”.
On Awakening One Hot Summer Morn
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I Rarely Write At Night
I rarely write
At night,
When the light
Grows dim.
For the line
Betwixt sleeper’s breath,
And death,
Is passing thin.
Under Nature’s Great Roof
Under nature’s great roof
I feel the truth
In wind and rain.
When I am gone
I shall be one
With wind and rain.
When A Young Lady Named Miss Maddy
When a young lady named Miss Maddy
Asked me to be her sugar daddy,
I composed a rhyme
To Old Father Time.
And a wannabe sugar babe named Maddy.
The Poet Sees
The poet sees
Young women’s feet
Stamp on autumn leaves.
And writes a rhyme
To fleeting time
Who will defeat
All he sees.
When A Man With A Face Most Ruddy
When a man with a face most ruddy
Decided to walk mud all over my study,
I took out a gun
Which caused him to run.
And his face it became not so ruddy!
A Very Good Friend Of Mine
A very good friend of mine
Is fond of women and wine.
As for me
I prefer tea.
And I never cross the line!
Autumn Thoughts
In autumn, I recollect
How I would collect
The Autumn’s fall.
From the forest’s floor.
How many more
Shall I recall?
Yesterday Evening I Strolled In The Park
Yesterday evening I strolled in the park
As the day it was growing dark.
That most brazen Miss Hocking
Lost a shoe and stocking.
But that was down to young Mark!
When A Young Man Named Mr Pat
When a young man named Mr Pat
Said, “has anyone seen my new hat?”,
His sister’s friend Miss Claire
Fell asleep in her armchair.
And Pat’s cat grew sleek and fat.
K Morris - Poet 