A beautiful young critic named Nell
Said, “in poetry you must show not tell”.
But, when I showed her mine
Over dinner and the finest of French wine,
My poetry was lauded by Nell!
A Beautiful Young Critic Named Nell
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
When An Extremely Rude Young Lad
When an extremely rude young lad
Said, “your poetry ’tis very bad!”,
I said, “I once new a boy
By the name of Roy or Troy,
His demise was so very sad!
I have Heard the Tick Tock of the Clock
I have heard
The tick tock
Of the clock
And thought
That I ought
To become
A better man,
Ere the clock’s word
Is no longer heard
And the sun
Does, forever set
On my regret.
Marvell was right,
For, oft, at night
I fancy I hear
“Time’s Winged chariot hurrying near”.
The year
Will soon close.
No man knows
How many more he has got,
Therefore heed the tick tock
Of the clock
For it’s word
Will, one day
Pass away.
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The reference to “Time’s Winged chariot”, can be found in Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress”, http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/his-coy-mistress/.
When A Young Man Whose Name is Keith
When a young man whose name is Keith
Said, “this life is full of such grief”,
I said, “I have a shoe
Belonging to your new wife Lou,
Our passion was sweet but brief!”.
Can Kisses Cold as Gold
Can kisses, cold as gold
Bring joy
To the sorrowing
Boy?
Can borrowing
A pretend
Friend
For the night
End
In anything other
Than temporary delight?
And can a man
Change his “lover”
As easily as the cover
On his bed
Where a myriad heads
Have been,
Praying for the morning to be seen
So they may depart
Carrying in their heart
The secret of an ancient profession
That, through discretion
Or shame
Few will name?
Life and Death
In this wood
That I love
Things live and die.
Birds fly
Above
My head
Whilst, on the ground
The leaves lie,
Brown,
And dead
A Young Lady Named Rose
A young lady whose name is Rose
Walks around my neighbourhood wearing no clothes.
As for me
I drink whisky,
Whilst admiring the ring in her nose!
A Young Lady Whose Name is Lou
A young lady whose name is Lou
Said, “the men have gone its true,
But I’ve torn my new dress,
This place is a terrible mess,
And mum’s due back here at 2!
Late Afternoon, In The Churchyard
Late afternoon, in the churchyard,
A pattern of Autumn leaves
On the ground,
Distracted me
From my thought,
Which was not that profound.
A Young Man Who Calls Himself Warner
A young man who calls himself Warner
Frequents an adults only sauna
Where he’s served curry and rice
With lots of hot spice,
By a girl who says she’s Lorna!
K Morris - Poet 