I was humbled and honoured to receive this Certificate of Honour Appreciation and Gratitude from World Poetry International Canada.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer and the other directors for the honour they have done me.
When an ambitious young journalist named Nell
Said, “I have a story to tell,
But it isn’t true.
Does that bother you?”,
Her editor said, “will it sell, Nell?”.
A middle-aged lady whose name is Ria
Is a fervent Brexiteer,
Whilst her daughter Jane
Is all for remain,
And Jane’s boyfriend he likes his beer!
—
A middle-aged lady whose name is Ria
Is a fervent Brexiteer,
Whilst her daughter Jane
Is all for remain,
And some say that Brexit is near!
—
A young lady named Miss Lou
Is coming round at 2
And I just can’t explain
To my dear wife Elane,
How Lou she left her shoe!
A young lady who works in the city
Said, “you are neither witty nor pretty”,
But, when she found I had money
She called me sweet and her honey,
And moved in with me in the city!
In youth
I played
And little thought on the truth
That ’twas a passing stage.
Now, in middle-age
Compliments are still paid
To me by young women,
Though my hair is thinning,
And I spend most of my time
In rhyme.
When a morbid young man named Matt
Wrote a sad poem about his cat,
The feline gave a great yawn
And said, “this is too forlorn”,
And ran in pursuit of a bat!
I was delighted to learn that one of my poems, (a limerick) was read during a recent broadcast of Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series. The gentleman who read it, Victor did, I think do an excellent job of doing so.
To listen to my poem being read please visit this link, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-61.
Please note, the reading takes place approximately 10-12 minutes into the podcast.
Kevin
When a disreputable young man named Warner
Entered a darkened Sauna,
The receptionist called Paul
Said, “all men fall,
And today the girl working is Lorna!”.
I met a young lady named Ling
Who says she likes to swing.
But when we attended a swingers party
With the great and the literati,
I saw not 1 single swing!
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, I have a degree!”,
And I asked, “where did you study?”,
She said, “in fields very muddy,
As my degree’s in archaeology!”.
—
A young man named Mole
Being possessed of a poetic soul,
Recites dark and mournful poetry
To a young lady called Leigh,
Whilst wearing a washing up bowl!
—
A young lady named Megg
Says she’s layed an egg.
The tabloids have gone wild
And a patents been filed,
But Megg is pulling their leg!
K Morris - Poet 