A young man named Lake
Said, “your poems are very opaque”.
So I wrote one in latin,
About girls in pink satin,
Who keep wicked old poets awake.
A Young Man Named Lake
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Gulls
I
Hear the seagulls cry,
In Liverpool,
And recall my grandfather, who said,
“They warn of a storm
out at sea”.
Am I a fool
To believe what he said?
I know that the ocean’s commotion
Will long outlast me,
And the waves will still roar
When man is no more.
Duck
Girls from ghettos
In cheap
Stilettos
Keep
The numbers of regulars on their mobile.
And, when down on their luck
Will text, or phone
And say, to men who are alone,
“Let me make you smile.
Come and feed a duck.
And lonely men reach for bread
For the duck
Must be fed
‘Ere a man’s need
For spilled
Seed,
Can be fulfilled.
Friday Afternoon Humour
When a young lady named Lou
Got her shoe stuck in very strong glue
And she said, “help me get it off!”,
I said, with a delicate cough,
“But we are in public just now, Lou!”.
—
When I saw a witches coven
Dancing around a very hot oven
And they said, “come here”,
I offered them some beer,
And joined them in their coven.
A Young Man Named Frank
A young man named Frank
Was extremely tall and lank.
He had absolutely no charm,
But owned a very large modern farm,
So all the women loved Frank!
Travelling By Train, At Night
Travelling by train
At night,
The light
Of another train
Passes by,
Then is gone,
It’s light
Lost in night.
And my
Wheels clack on,
Their sound
Echoing around,
Until my light
And sound,
Are lost in night.
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Rose
A young lady whose name is Rose
Jumped up and down on my toes,
Which caused me great pain,
But she did it again!
And then, she tweaked my poor nose!
When The Clock Does Stop
When the clock
Does stop,
You can wind
It again.
But when
The brain,
(Some say mind)
Ceases to be,
What shall become
Of you and me?
For there is no sun
To see,
And we,
Can not rewind.
“Home for Christmas” anthology free to download from The Reader
The Reader, (which is based at Calderstones in Liverpool), are offering a free “Home for Christmas” anthology. Being from that great city and, of course a poetry lover, I was keen to download and enjoy the anthology, which can be found here, https://www.thereader.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Home-for-Christmas.pdf.
“The Home for Christmas” anthology contains poems by Shakespeare, Robert Browning and Christina Rossetti amongst others.
Kevin
I Prefer My Comfortable Old Armchair
I prefer
My comfortable old armchair;
And the tick tock
Of my clock
With it’s traditional chime;
And poetry that rhymes.
To a world where
My old armchair
Is replaced
By minimalist furniture;
Clocks have a digital face
(And do not chime);
And I am told, that rhyme
Is out with the present time.
K Morris - Poet 