All these fallen trees
Will fertilize the ground.
Do young couples pass
Along the wooded path
And think thoughts profound
Of nature the creator
And of how trees
And fallen leaves
Fertilize the ground?
All These Fallen Trees
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There Once Was a Young Lady in Waiting
There once was a young lady in waiting
Who, whilst watching the ducks at their mating
Got into very hot water,
While the vicar’s sweet daughter
Dated young men who she didn’t keep waiting …!
When I Climbed into My Bed Last Night
When I climbed into my bed last night
I found 2 young women named Miss White.
I said to Miss Jane,
“They have the same name!
And please can you turn out the light”.
Writer’s Block
An old author suffering from writer’s block
Drowned his sorrows in women and hock.
He found sweet delight
In pretty Miss White
But she didn’t cure his writer’s block!
Just Dust
I find my scalp flaking.
Bits of dead skin escaping.
But they are not me
For I am sweet poetry.
Yet my little sun
Shall one day become
Just dust.
There is No Light
There is no light
To brighten the night
As I pass
Along the churchyard path
Just gusting wind
Eternal as the rain.
My Collection Leaving and Other Poems is Available to Purchase in the Bookseller Crow in Crystal Palace SE19
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As I Strolled Home on Valentine’s Day
As I strolled home on Valentine’s day
I met a young lady named Fay.
When I said, “you are divine.
Do say you’ll be my Valentine!”
Fay said, “its extra on Valentine’s day …”.
My Hair is Thinning
My hair is thinning.
I drink and think
On sinning with women.
And, as I drink
I ponder on
Where my hair
Has upped and gone!
Heels at Night
Heels at night.
Delight and pain.
Her disdain.
His lust.
All dust.
Their mutual shame.
K Morris - Poet 