Your witty
Word, heard
By a pretty
Girl, produces laughter.
And after
Her sweet laughter,
You dream
Of dinner and wine,
For ’tis a fine
Thing to dream
Her Sweet Laughter
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Decay
I smell the decay
On an autumn day.
I shall rhyme
For a time,
For fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
I Met A Young Lady Named Nell
I met a young lady named Nell
In the bar of a certain hotel.
As it was growing late
A pretty waitress called Kate
Said, “I’ve a bedtime story to tell”.
General Election Humour
The Labour Manifesto says this,
Whilst the Conservatives says that,
And the Downing Street cat
Thinks it such great bliss,
When it smells a rat.
When An Angry Young Gentleman Named Dave
When an angry young gentleman named Dave
Called me a very wicked knave,
I said, “as for your sister,
Really, its impossible to resist her,
And your housemaid is far from staid!”.
Show Not Tell
A young woman, of 20 or so
And a man, old enough to be her father,
Booked into a cheap, backstreet hotel.
You know
Very well, that the writer should show,
But would you rather
I tell?
Coffer
She wants what he has to offer,
A coffer,
Although, she would not understand the word.
Poor bird
You feed
On meagre
seed
From one who is reluctant, eager,
And does not, really, see, thee.
There Once Was An Elderly Gentleman Named Bill
There once was an elderly gentleman named Bill
Who died leaving a very brief will,
In which he left all of his money
To a pretty young lady called Honey,
And cyanide, to his beloved wife Jill
Despair
We think, “poor him, or her”,
Whilst we hide inside,
Our own lair, of despair.
A Live Wire
A live wire,
Going nowhere,
Had a desire
To start a fire
Somewhere,
But, it was going nowhere.
K Morris - Poet 