A young person whose name is Dan
Is a very political man.
In the dark of the night
He leans to the right,
And by dawn he’s a socialist man!
A Young Person Whose Name Is Dan
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When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lin
When a young lady whose name is Lin
Said, “I want to give in to sin”,
I replied, “I am moral!”,
Which caused a huge quarrel,
So at last, I gave in to Lin!
The Sun Sets
Friends discuss politics in a pub garden.
Opinions harden.
The sun sets
Over the UK
As the day
Ends, and friends
Depart, Some with regrets
In their heart,
For a day
That may
Soon be done.
Civilisations
Civilisations rise and fall.
History’s story
Is a yearning for glory,
And the sand covers all.
There Was A Young Lady With A Cucumber
There was a young lady with a cucumber
Who said,”by the great god of thunder
I shall bring down rain
And block up this drain,
But first I must chop up this cucumber!”.
Dog Hair
Your black
Soft hair in my hand.
You lack
The capacity to understand
As you lie in the sun
After your run,
That I shall find dog hair
When you are no longer there,
For hairs to carpets stick
And tears will, one day, prick
The eyes of he
Who loves thee.
(Note: my dog, Trigger is healthy and happy. But, on picking up some of his hair from my living room carpet, I was reminded of his mortality, and indeed that of all flesh).
Below
The green through my window
Pane I see,
Should I go
Down, like the rain,
And be free
Amidst the greenery below?
‘Tis a passing show
I see:
This rain,
This tree
In the garden below,
And me
Not Far
She stamps
Her feet
Under street
Lamps at night.
Whilst elsewhere
Party girl Claire
Sits, discreet
With well shod feet
In a hotel bar
Not far
From the street.
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When A Young Lady of Streatham
When a young lady of Streatham
Did me with blackmail threaten,
I smiled with sweetness at her
And said, “I don’t know Claire,
And I’ve never been to Streatham!”.
K Morris - Poet 