Whilst strolling in the hot summer weather
I met a young lady of pleasure.
She stole my wallet and coat
Then rode away on a goat,
Whilst dressed in stilettos and leather!
Whilst Strolling in the Hot Summer Weather
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Hypocrisy
Those who would deny
That we are all hypocrites to some extent,
Should repent
Of their lie!
A few,
Its true
Maybe naive,
And themselves deceive.
Yet I
Say that most men, deliberately lie.
So I
Will try
Not to condemn
Other men
Lest they should find me out
And, from the church rooftops shout,
“Sir, you also, lie!”.
Some possess the art
To conceal, within their heart,
Their own hypocrisy. But conscience or fear
Does, in their nightmares shout,
“Your fellow man may find you out!”.
A Woodland Walk
I walk the man-made
Woodland path,
Where past
Lovers played.
Today, lovers still laugh,
And sigh.
Whilst I
Pass by
An old oaktree,
Which has stood
In this ancient wood,
Long before, them, and me.
When A Young Lady Named Claire
When a young lady named Claire
Went, with her feet bare,
And a very short dress,
Into the Officer’s mess,
I wish that I’d been there!
When My Friend Whose Name is Mia
When my friend whose name is Mia
Said, “tell me what I want to hear!”.
I said, “you are witty,
And more than just pretty.
Now please give me back my beer!”.
When Visiting My Friend The Squire
When visiting my friend the squire
I met a young housemaid named Moriah.
Who was in a state of undress
Which, I must most earnestly stress,
Had nothing to do with the squire!
You May Speak of Morality
You may speak of morality
But when
Lonely men
Feel their mortality,
What chance
Has philosophise,
When man can
Enjoy The ancient dance,
Of a professional’s, calculating, eyes?
When A Young Lady Named Jane
When a young lady named Jane
Said, “you ought to die of shame,
Inviting young women in at long gone midnight,
Then, seeing them off by late morning’s light!”,
I said, “but you rang my doorbell, Jane!”.
The Whig Version of History
There once was a young lady named Mystery
Who believed in the Whig version of history.
She would constantly stress
The inevitability of progress.
But her reasoning, it remains shrouded in mystery!
There Once Was A Young Lady Named Melisa
There once was a young lady named Melisa
Who desired all the men to kiss her.
She was pretty but flighty,
And wore only her nightie.
She’s gone, and all the men miss her!
K Morris - Poet 