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.
Oft I Pass By The Graveyard Plot
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There Once Was A Poet Named Lee
There once was a poet named Lee
Who wrote a poem about a bee,
But his verse being poor
The bee said, “no more!”,
And stung him on the knee!
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There once was a poet named Lee
Who composed a poem about a bee,
But his verse being poor
The creature said, “I implore,
That you write no more about me!”.
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There once was a poet named Lee
Who composed a poem about a bee,
But his verse was so very bad
That it drove the creature quite mad,
So he flew into a tree!
I Kiss
I kiss
And partake
In bliss,
Then wake
To my greying head
And an empty bed.
A Short Black Dress
A short black dress
You wore.
Making it easy for
My hands to explore
Your unstockinged legs.
Yes I confess
That I remember the dress
So black and tight,
And the hot
Night, though not
To my shame,
Your name
Whilst Searching My Store Cupboard
Whilst searching my store cupboard
I found old Mother Hubbard,
She lay on a bunk
With a disreputable old monk,
But her doggy I never discovered!
A Barber Whose Name Is Dave
A barber whose name is Dave
Invites men in for a shave,
With his large cutthroat razor,
Which he calls the final eraser,
And the police are questioning Dave!
A Young Lady of Battersea
A young lady of Battersea
Invites men round for tea.
A man from Clapham
Says nothing will happen,
But I’m going round to see!
When A Young Lady Named Lou
When a young lady named Lou
Threw at me her shoe,
I quickly did duck
And said, “bad luck!”,
But she owned another shoe!
I Smell New-Mown Grass
I smell new-mown grass
As I pass
By the field
Where school children play,
Then pass
Through the Churchyard, where all must,
One day,
Yield to dust.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Bland
When a young lady whose name is Bland
Said, “your wish is my command”,
And I said, “please, spend the night”,
She replied, “that would be such sweet delight,
But my bouncer boyfriend, he just wouldn’t understand!”.
K Morris - Poet 