I met a young lady named Marge
Who posts lots of ads for massage.
And when I got there
A police constable called Claire
Charged me and Marge on a barge!
I Met a Young Lady Named Marge
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
I Passed a Log
I passed a log
With my dog
On a December day.
Once it stood
In this ancient wood.
Now I
Pass by
As December grows colder,
And I ever older.
As I Strolled Home One Dark December Night
As I strolled home one dark December night
I met a young lady dressed in white.
Her skirt being real short
I thought that I ought
To lend her my coat that cold night …!
On Observing a Traffic Jam
Observing a traffic jam
I am amazed
And give due praise
To this idol
From the bible
That we call progress.
For progress
Does redress
All our ills.
The traffic stills
And I
Walk by …
Whats in a Name
When a young lady named Miss Grace
Said, “I work hard on the coalface”.
And I said, “you’re a miner?”,
She said, “No! my name is Jemima!
And my cousin’s name it is Grace!”.
When I Met a Young Lady Online
When I met a young lady online
Who goes by the name of Divine,
And she called me her honey,
And she asked me for money,
I didn’t swallow that young lady’s line …!
Endings
Soon November
Will become December
And January
Will follow on.
How soon
Another year
Is gone!
The Corrupt City
When I met a young lady named Witty
Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,
I said, “many women grace
My fine old country place.
Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.
There Once Was a Mad Conspiracist Named Lee
There once was a mad conspiracist named Lee
Who said, “the worlds controlled by a bee!”.
He died last spring
From a poisonous sting,
From a bee which is now after me …!
Until I Touch
Thoughts of pleasure
In cold weather.
A desire
For fire.
Girls hide in fur
From winter’s chill air.
Though the charm
Of a bare
Leg or arm
May still be seen
In the blind poet’s dream.
I will touch
For pure pleasure
In all kinds of weather.
Until I touch the dust.
K Morris - Poet 