When a young lady named Ann
Rattled a very large tin can,
And I said, “is that for charity?”
She replied, “no, its for me,
And my man, his name is Stan”.
When A Young Lady Named Ann
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When, At A Little After 2
When, at a little after 2
I woke up a lady called Lou,
As I was really quite cross,
Due to her refusal to floss,
She said, “who on earth are you!
There Once Was A Lady Named Lou
There once was a lady named Lou
Who made a rather delicious stew,
Composed of a shoe and a toad,
And some bits from the road,
And a dollop of very strong glue!
On My Knee
On my knee
Has sat many a she.
Her giggle
And wriggle
Sometimes helped on by wine,
Was, nonetheless, divine.
Yet the truth
Is that youth
Turns to age
And bed springs
(As with all things)
Break
And we the stage,
Forsake.
A Young Lady Named Ann
A young lady named Ann
Said, “you are a bad man!
Although you haven’t done anything yet,
Which I very much regret,
You must have a wicked plan!”.
Awaking At Long Past Midnight
Awaking at long past midnight
I turned on my bedside light,
And saw to my surprise
A young woman’s pretty eyes,
Her name was White, or Wright.
When A Young Lady Named Rose
When a young lady named Rose,
Who never would wear any clothes,
Went for a job interview
With a man called Drew,
She recited some very fine prose!
When a young lady named Rose,
Who would never wear any clothes,
Went for a job interview
With a man called Drew,
He fixedly looked at her nose!
Bits Of Paper
Poetry is bits of paper, blown
Away in the wind.
It is shouting into the breeze,
A voice lost amidst the trees.
It is arrogance overthrown.
It is the poet, who stands alone
Wondering what his legacy
Will be
When A Young Lady Of Rome
When a young lady of Rome
Lost a brand new golden comb,
It was found in Caesar’s bedroom
Scented with the sweetest of perfume,
Along with a naughty old gnome!
Hortense
A young lady named Hortense
Is quick to take offence.
When she said, “to rhyme
Is a most despicable crime,
I jumped upon her fence!
A young lady whose name is Hortense
Refuses to speak in the present tense.
She said, “I loved you yesterday
When your hair ’twas not grey,
But last week, please get thee hence!
K Morris - Poet 