On an autumn day
I heard the sound
Of children at play.
My brown
Has gone grey.
Leaves fall
And the ground
Takes all
Our leaves away.
On an Autumn Day
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Tag Archives: Rhyme
Scattered Leaves
At night
I rhyme
Of scattered leaves
And fleeting time.
As I Pondered on the Approaching Halloween
As I pondered on the approaching Halloween
I spied a black cat eating cream.
When I said, “are you magic?”,
He said, “no, but its tragic!
As I’ve eaten all of your cream!”
Apple
I recall
The fall
Of sweet scented leaves.
And elsewhere,
Her hair, still wet,
In my bedroom,
Smelling of apple perfume.
Sometimes I regret
My fallen leaves.
My Fine Old Bed
When I found a young lady in red
On the floor by my fine old bed,
And I said, “my dear,
How did you get here!”,
She said, “I fell out of your bed!”.
After Tea and Homemade Cake
After tea
And homemade cake,
And the crossword,
We heard,
Sitting in a London garden,
A wild, screeching sound.
“What was that?”, I said.
“A fox with it’s prey”.
Soon the screeching ceased
And our sunny day
Returned to peace.
A quick death
Is best.
And the dead
Read no romanticising poetry
Of death.
Claire and Jane
When a young lady known as Claire
Said, “I’d like to call you sir”.
I said to Miss Jane,
“Its you with the cane!
I think Claire should call you sir!”.
Keith and Lin
I know a young man named Keith
Who is known as a prodigious thief.
His pretty wife Lin
Is full of sin.
But I’m not that fond of Keith …
Poor Verse
When an old man driving a hearse
Went and composed a very poor verse,
A corpse named Ted
Said, “I am dead!
But I still object to poor verse!”
Whilst Visiting a Place Known as Clapham
Whilst visiting a place known as Clapham
A girl said, “I’ll make it happen!”.
When I said, “does it involve money?”,
She said, “o, my dear naïve honey,
Don’t you know everything does in Clapham!”
K Morris - Poet 