The World Poetry Canada International Peace Poetathon 2019, hosted by The World Poetry Reading Series, remains open for poetry and other submissions.
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Many would
Say that 2
Is a good
Number. I wonder
Do you?
Or, after a drink
Do you ever think
That tea
For 3
Has a certain charm?
For you must agree
That there can be
No harm
In tea
For 3 …
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, 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
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
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
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
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,
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!
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
K Morris - Poet 