I heard a click of heels,
And thought of skin,
Slippery as eels.
I heard a knocking in the night
And thought how thin
Is the material separating one from
The delight
Of sin.
Virtue wears the same, Boring
Old smile.
She will have you snoring.
But sin, she has style!
Over time
Visitations of the divine
Turn stale,
Leaving pale
Ghosts, lost, in rhyme.
A young lady named Lou
Said, “sweetheart, I do love you!
Quick, give me a kiss,
It will be such bliss!
But I must leave by 2!”.
When a waitress who is really nice
Said, “sir, would you like some spice?,”
I made reply,
“No, not I,
But chili and rice would be nice”.
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m feeling kind of blue”,
I said, “that’s quite enough of that,
You must put back on your hat,
As the bishop’s due here at 2!”.
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m inocent, its true!”.
I said, “you and Bess
Must now wash and dress.
And I deny knowing you two!”.
When a young lady named Anita
Sat on a very hot heater,
She said a word
That I’ve rarely heard,
And was chastised by her teacher!
A young man who liked women and booze
Was also extremely fond of his girlfriend’s shoes.
His latest conquest, who was called Pearl,
Said, “you set my head in a whirl,
But please don’t borrow my shoes!”.
I saw a great bough
Brought low.
But oh
How the birds sing,
And soon, it will be spring.
Some women
I see in shoes
Caked in mud.
Such women
Are good.
So why do I choose
Those in high-heels,
Who flirt
But know not the noble dirt
Of fields?
When a girl’s perfume
Fills the room
It is easy to pretend
My friend
That we do not yield
To the good mud
Of the fields,
In the end.
K Morris - Poet 