There once was a man named Ray
Who composed a poem once a day.
A young lady called Rose
Said, “that’s nought but prose.
And your hair has turned quite grey!”.
There Once Was A Man Named Ray
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
A Poem From My “Selected Poems”
The traffic noise momentarily fades.
No words,
Just the singing of birds,
And a yearning for woodland glades.
(“Indefinable” can be found in my Selected Poems”, which is available here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).
Fine Rain
I get wet
By this fine
Rain.
Yet,
I do not regret
For the divine
Is in the rain.
I shall get wet
Again
For when
Death does steal
Me away.
I regret
That I shall no longer feel,
The joy of a rainy day.
All Poemed Out
When a young man named Prout
Said, “you are all poemed out!”.
I gave him a poke
And said, “sir, you joke!”.
And then I kicked Prout out!
A Young Lady Walking In A beautiful Wood
a young lady walking in a beautiful wood
Said, “sir, I am known for being good.
My name is miss Bess
And I’ve lost my dress.
Have you found it here in this wood?”.
A Young Lady Wearing 1 Stiletto
A young lady wearing 1 stiletto
Was extremely fond of chocolate gateau.
Being imperfect at rhyme
She spent her time
Entertaining gentlemen whilst covered in gateau.
I Once Had A Friend Named Hogg
I once had a friend named Hogg
Who lived by an ancient peat bog.
When I said, “your sister,
I just cant resist her”,
It ended in that ancient peat bog!
Whilst Swimming In The Great River Nile
Whilst swimming in the great river Nile
I met with a very large crocodile,
Who said, “are you an Egyptian?
And would you like a subscription,
,To my magazine all about modern style?”.
Immortality
I may, for a while,
Smile,
Undress
And caress
A girl of easy virtue.
You may say
She is not mine.
True.
Though I may
Immortalise her in rhyme.
When A Young Lady Wearing Just Socks
When a young lady wearing just socks
Said, “sir, my nakedness it frequently shocks”.
I said, with a sigh,
“I regret that you lie.
As you’re dressed in very nice socks!”.
K Morris - Poet 