I wanted to write a poem most serious
But, fearing it would be deleterious,
I wrote a very bad verse,
Causing my readers to curse,
Which really was very serious!
I Wanted To Write A Poem Most Serious
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
When A Young Lady In A Bonnet
When a young lady in a bonnet
Composed a very fine sonnet,
And they said, “that doesn’t quite rhyme”,
She replied, “that is no crime”,
Then left to change her bonnet!
—
When a young lady in a bonnet
Composed a very fine sonnet,
And they said, “that doesn’t quite rhyme”,
She replied, “now I have the time,
I shall be right back on it!”.
There Once Was A Man Named Dan
There once was a man named Dan
Who loved a girl called Ann,
But Ann loved Bill
(Who was with Jill),
And Jill, she fell for Dan!
‘Tis The Quiet Time
‘Tis the quiet time
Before the sun
Does come.
I shall rhyme
Ere the day is done
And I become,
As one with the setting sun
When A Young Man Named Slattery
When a young man named Slattery
Came up in court for battery,
A judge called Trish
Said, “as this concerned a fish,
I dismiss this case for battery”!.
Monday Morning Humour
When a young lady whose name is Fliss
Said, “tis bliss to Kiss”,
Her friend Moriah
Said, “the squire’s looks are dire,
But his wealth, it gives me bliss!”.
—
When the wife of a man named Ted
Found a young woman asleep in their bed,
Her face turned dark
And she made a remark,
But I dare not repeat what she said!
Forthcoming Poetry Reading and a “Selected Poems”
On Wednesday 13 March, I shall be giving a private poetry reading, along with several other poets. I have a slot of 15 minutes to fill, and I am in the process of determining which of my poems to read. Thus far I have decided to recite the below poems:
I shall be spending part of my weekend in deciding which of my other poems to read.
Sorting through my work kindles in me a desire to publish a “selected Poems”. This is, I think a longer-term project requiring considerable thought and much burning of the midnight oil. It is, nonetheless something on which my heart is set.
Kevin
When We Undress
When we undress
We must
Perforce lose
Skin. But who will confess
That he does choose
To indulge in lust
And sin?
Poetry: Making Music With Words
Oft Of A Summer’s Day
Oft of a summer’s day
Have I turned away
To write.
I shall go out tomorrow
And forget my words
In the singing of birds.
But when night
Falls, I shall return what I borrow
From my ever present friend
Old Father Time
And my brief rhyme
Shall reach it’s end.
K Morris - Poet 