She
Fell.
Then, come the day, they
Listened to Adele.
The CD
Was relatively cheap.
Now, when he
Hears Adele,
He
Thinks on a girl who fell
And the comparatively low price,
Of that CD.
Remembrance
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
A Respectable Young Lady Named Lou
A respectable young lady named Lou
Likes the number 2,
Whilst her boyfriend Lee
Is fond of 3.
But Lou says “no can do!”.
When A Young Lady Named Hannah
When a young lady named Hannah
Said, “I really don’t like your manner!
You are extremely rude!
And so incredibly crude!
I said, “but you designed this banner!”.
Whilst Staggering Home Drunk One Night
Whilst staggering home drunk one night
I saw a ghoul dressed in white,
Who said, “my name is Dave
And I’ve risen from yonder grave.
I said, “do you have a light?”.
When A Young Lady Named Beth
When a young lady named Beth
Said, “you are obsessed with death”,
I spoke of cooking oil
And of Shakespeare’s mortal coil,
Which bored poor Beth to death!
If Imagination Were A Crime
If imagination were a crime
And you could read between a rhyme,
How many poets would be flayed
For games played
In the confines
Of their minds?
But, no
That is not quite so,
For their words caper
On virgin paper.
And when
The pen
Scratches
The reader thinks he catches
A glimpse of the sin,
Within.
Gabriela M Awarded Author of the Year 2019 by Spillwords Press
Gabriela M, a writer whose work I admire, has been awarded Author of the Year 2019 by Spillwords Press. You can read Gabriela’s interview here, https://spillwords.com/author-of-the-year-2019-interview/.
On Entering My Spacious Bedroom
On entering my spacious bedroom
I saw a girl with a mushroom.
When I said, “is that fungi magic?”,
She said, “its so tragic!
And do you like my new perfume?”.
When A Young Lady Named Lou
When a young lady named Lou
Said, “nothing is taboo to you!”,
I said, “I love your feet
But I wish you wouldn’t beat,
Me so hard with your shoe!”.
If I Write a Sad Poem Today
If I write a sad
Poem today
People will say
He is sad.
If I compose a glad
Poem today
They will, likewise
Say,
He is feeling glad.
But they
Can not see my eyes.
K Morris - Poet 