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!”.
When A Young Man Whose Name is Keith
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
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!
A Young Lady Named Dolly
A young lady named Dolly
Asked to borrow my brolly,
And being extremely witty
And more than pretty,
She led me into folly!
A Lusty Young Lady Named Patricia
A lusty young lady named Patricia
Spanks men with her carpet slipper,
And when the fun is done
To her back kitchen she’ll run,
And cook them a tasty kipper!
Through Nude Trees
Through Nude trees
An autumn breeze
Does gust.
This season will pass
And all my lust
For a pretty lass
With whom I would make free
Will be
As the summer grass,
Long since past.
K Morris - Poet 