Below are three humourous poems, and a couple of photographs taken by my friend Shanelle of my guide dog Trigger following a walk in the park.
Trigger smiling at the camera
Trigger beaming after his walk in the park
A very happy dog!
I have uploaded the following four poems to my Soundcloud.
A young lady named Pam
Is well known on webcam.
My dear friend Jess
Wears a see through dress,
And she’s also known as Pam …
For the walk that was never taken,
For the talk that was never talked,
For the ball never played,
For the one who stayed
Alone,
At home
Forsaken,
Who was to blame?
Love is a game
To some
And perhaps it matters not
For the sun
Is still hot
And the sky does remain
Suspended above
This game
Of love.
When a beautiful young lady named Liver
Said, “my sweet come hither.
I am not to blame
For my strange name”,
She set my heart aquiver!
My good friend whose name is Moriah
Has a most natural desire,
But being a gentleman of discretion
I shall make no confession,
Concerning me and my good friend Moriah …
A young lady by the name of Claire
Said, “life it just isn’t fair.
You say I’m your muse
But you continue to confuse,
Me with that girl with the messed up hair!”.
I know a young lady named Dawn
Who is a goddess in human form.
When I asked her out
You should have heard her shout,
“Stop trampling my father’s corn!”.
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
She is slim and petite
And lives on my street,
And her eyebrows they twist and curl!
—
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
She is slim and petite
But her huge boyfriend Pete,
Keeps me away from his girl!
—
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
I very much regret
That her pretty friend Yvette
Refuses to give me a twirl!
—
I know a young lady named Pearl
Whose father is some kind of earl.
When I asked for his daughter’s hand
He bribed me with much land,
So I dumped that young lady Pearl!
She takes off her t-shirt.
The trainers go,
And her legs also
She does show.
No flirt,
Just a messed up girl who
Loses sock and shoe
In order to train.
K Morris - Poet 