There once was a wasp with no sting
Who said, “life is a most unfair thing,
As when I attack
They always come back”,
And he wept at the lack of a sting.
There Once Was A Wasp With No Sting
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I Know A Young Lady Named Bland
I know a young lady named Bland
Who is fond of the handstand,
But her dress being short
I think that I ought
To warn that young lady Bland!
When A Young Man Named Ed
When a young man named Ed
Read a poem about women and bed,
A few fell asleep
Whilst others did weep,
And the bishop shook his great head.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Jane
When a young lady whose name is Jane
Said, “there is much pleasure in pain.
I shall go first
For better or worse,
I said, “just board the blooming train!”.
Sometimes I Would That I Could Write About Flowers
Sometimes I would
That I could
Write about flowers,
Yet the night
Hours slowly pass
And my thought
Runs on lass
And ought?
‘Tis strange how interpretations differ.
Some will
Read a poem “as is”,
But what is “as is?”
When all is still
At night
The poet may
Stay away
And write
A verse
Or, with a curse
Taste the apple of Eve
Although he does know
That he should leave
The fruit, once sweet
Untasted, he will eat.
Under The Sterile Sheet
Under the sterile
Sheet they meet
For a while,
And smile
The smile
Of the crocodile.
When A Young Lady Named Ria
When a young lady whose name is Ria
Wore a dress both short and sheer,
A cyclist called Mike
Fell off his bike,
And they married the very next year.
When A Young Lady Named Rose
When a young lady named Rose
Bought a set of completely clear clothes,
The people, being rude
Said, “you are nude!”,
Why they said that, nobody knows!
When A Waitress Whose Name Is Fay
When a waitress whose name is Fay
Said, “your bill you must certainly pay”,
I asked her to dance,
But, when she looked askance,
I ran like the clappers away!
Some Girls Dance For The Love Of The Thing
Some girls dance
For the love of the thing,
And others For the security that a ring
does bring.
While others, with a fixed smile
Dance in bed
For they have bills to pay
Although it has been said
That some would rather be dead
Than go down that way.
Be that as it may
Will you condemn
Those who with men
Consort for pay
When the wolf
is baying at the door
And call them, “Whore”?
Or will you
Metaphorically flay
The lonely men
Who pay
For company,
And more
With a girl you label “Whore”?
Tell me
Who will you condemn?
K Morris - Poet 