A naughty young lady named Louise
Has stolen my spare set of keys.
She enters my home
When I’m all alone,
And she wont give back my keys!
A Naughty Young Lady Named Louise
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I Know A Young Lady Named Claire
I know a young lady named Claire
Who has beautiful, long blonde hair.
My friend Yvette
Is a brunette,
And she doesn’t dye her hair!
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The Krays
Whilst out walking in a maze
I came upon the Krays.
When they demanded all my money
I said, “do you like honey?”,
Which greatly confused the Krays!
I Prefer Sitting In An Old, Comfortable Armchair
I prefer
Sitting in an old, comfortable armchair,
Reading traditional rhyme
As my clock’s regular chime
Speaks of a more ordered time,
To the idea that we must
Forever thrust
Towards some utopian goal
Where my soul
Is nothing when
Compared to the common good
Of collective men.
I would
Rather sit in my armchair
Or, out of my window stare
not at some abstract “common good”
But at a fine old tree
That will outlast me
Unless some vandal destroy that tree
In the name of a better society,
That will never be.
So Many Disdain The Life-Giving Rain
So many disdain
The life-giving rain
And pray
For a sunny day.
But I
On hearing the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
Or, on looking up to the great sky
And feeling purifying water upon my face,
Give thanks for this green place,
And the flowers that in such profusion sprout,
And pray that we can avoid a drought.
I Know A Young Lady Most Respectable
I know a young lady most respectable
Who abhors anything at all sexual.
Whilst eating strawberries and cream
She said, “in a dream,
I dreamt that you where almost respectable!”.
2 Goddesses I Know
2 Goddesses I know
And will go
And worship at their feet
But they may my ardour defeat
And bid me cease,
‘Else they will call the police!
Should I therefore hold my peace,
Or whisper words of love
To a goddess above?
And if I express my passion
To a young lady of fashion,
To which one should
I speak?
I am weak
With desire,
‘Tis best to kill this fire
For ’tis only a delusion
That a goddess could
Give me her love,
And confusion
Would, I maintain
Reign, where I to voice
My love
To 2 goddesses above.
No, I shall stay
Away from goddesses
As there is too much choice . . .
A Young Lady Who Is Extremely Intellectual
A young lady who is extremely intellectual
Says that there can be nothing sexual.
Whilst in my bathroom full of steam
She said, “you most certainly do seem,
To be a man who is quite intellectual!”.
—
A young lady who is extremely intellectual
Says that there can be nothing sexual.
My bathroom being steamy
She said, “you are seamy,
Whilst I am a true intellectual!”.
—
A young lady who is extremely intellectual
Said, “there can be nothing sexual.
So we spoke of progress,
Then she lost her dress,
But there was nothing at all sexual!
Oft I Pass By The Graveyard Plot
Oft I
Pass By
The graveyard plot,
But rarely stop
Though one day,
I shall stay
When the creator
(Whether god or nature)
Takes my breath away.
K Morris - Poet 