The pleasure
Of hot
Weather.
Knowing not
Whether
The rain will come.
A cloud burst.
Relieves a thirst.
The rain does run.
But the pleasure
Of hot, wet weather
Soon is done.
And the wise,
Gazing into a stranger’s eyes,
Know that ’tis folly
To forget a brolly.
Yet, they still thirst
For the cloud to burst.
And the pleasure
Of hot wet weather
On unbrollied skin.
So take the rain in.
When a young lady named Miss Lou
Said, “sir, I really do like you!”.
I said, “that’s real nice.
But you’ve told me twice!
And with Sue it’s more than 2!”.
I have no resistance
To the lonely train
Which calls
From the distance.
Nor to the rain
Which falls,
In this dark park.
A young lady whose name is Jane
Is an expert in pleasure and pain.
She is tall and thin
And fond of her gin.
And they say Jane owns a cane!
She left her heels on,
The points facing the ceiling.
Then,When she was gone
He pondered on
His feelings.
And choose.
And sexy shoes.
The time
‘Twixt the dark
And the light.
A rhyme
About the start
Of the eternal night.
When a naive young lady named Eve
Said, “Steve, I order you to leave!”.
I said, have you no shame,
That is certainly not my name!
And this place is mine, Miss Eve!”.
A young lady called Miss Flow
(whose mother I happen to know),
Is a very good girl
(unlike that Miss Pearl).
As all the young gentlemen know!
“You’re a joker”, she said,
Doubling over in laughter.
“If you didn’t laugh
You would cry”
Said I.
And after
I felt proud
That I can still engage
With a girl, half my age
And make her laugh Outloud.
I hear Eliot’s footman snicker.
The stage
Lights flicker
‘Ere the curtain does fall
Covering all.
A young lady with a beautiful figure
Said, “I will all gentleman’s offers consider.
I am of an ancient profession,
And confess to having no discretion.
But I do have a beautiful figure!”.
K Morris - Poet 