The tinkle of windchimes
And birdsong heard in my mum’s garden
Brought into my mind
Life’s great beauty, and thoughts of mortality.
The tinkle of windchimes
And birdsong heard in my mum’s garden
Brought into my mind
Life’s great beauty, and thoughts of mortality.
When rich old men
Are seen with young women on their arm,
I must condemn them
For tempting such women into lives of sinning
As for the charms
Of girl’s arms? I can not afford them …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Frosted Glass windows
That advertise
Massage. Many men
Pass by.
Some tell lies …
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I met a young lady named Moriah
Who said, “I am a Vegan vampire!.
I never drink blood,
But fruit is good!”.
She’s a very funny girl is Moriah!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
A thief who was tall and slim
Had the nickname of light fingered Jim
Until a girl called Pat
Set a cunning trap
Which did for that light fingered Jim!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I was glancing through my archives earlier today, and came across this poem, which I am reposting, https://kmorrispoet.com/2017/04/03/k-morris-reading-his-poem-siren/
I once met a pretty siren named Lee
Who invited me to play in the sea.
But the water was cold
And I have been told
Not to play with sirens in the sea!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
When a talented young lady named Spink
Sent a love letter in invisible ink,
And her lover called Ray
Said, “what does it say?”,
She said, “heat will reveal my kink …!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Refreshed by an early spring breeze
I pass trees
In an urban field
.
These fine trees
Will, in all probability, outlast me.
But all will yield
For time he ends all rhyme.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
He has many vices.
Extra money entices.
She will take the pill
To prevent a mistake.
But Russian Roulette
May catch them out yet.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.