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.
Immortality
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Tag Archives: 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!”.
Autumn Leaves
We are told
The virus likes the cold.
And mankind grieves
For autumn leaves.
A Goat Named Jane
Whilst swimming in a deep castle moat
A goat ate my brand new coat!
And when I did complain
She said, “I am Jane.
And you are the butt of this joke!
Whilst Sitting in a Builder’s Hut
Whilst sitting in a builder’s hut
With a mongrel named mr Mutt,
A goat called Hocking
Ate my girlfriend’s stocking.
And then, she ate that hut!
Mopping Up
Earlier today, I recorded my poem “The Man with the Mop”:
(“The Man with the Mop” can be found in my “Selected Poems”, which is available on Amazon, and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.)
When A Naughty Young Lady Of Bangkok
When a naughty young lady of Bangkok
Lost a brand new shoe and sock.
An elderly lady named Ann
Said, to her husband Dan,
“That is not my shoe and sock!”.
When A Young Lady Wearing No Pyjamas
When a young lady wearing no pyjamas
Said, “Sir, have you seen the bananas?”.
I said, “I must stress
That I like your undress.
But you really should wear some pyjamas!”.
There Was A Young Lady Of Leicester
There was a young lady of Leicester
Who worked as a stock market investor.
She grew rich on shares
In both apples and pears,
So I married her, posthaste, in Leicester!
Dearth
Summers grow dry.
But sceptics deny,
And welcome grapes in England’s
Once green and pleasant land.
The watering can and hosepipe
Refresh the earth
Day and night.
There is a dearth.
For, I find
Within the sceptic’s mind
A different kind,
Of drout.
K Morris - Poet 