Tag Archives: rhyming poetry

September Author Newsletter

My September Author Newsletter is now available and can be found here. In this issue you will find my poem ‘Squire and Peasant’, an article on the use of Microsoft Teams for poetry readings, together with other content.

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Grub

When an elderly gentleman named Grub
Went and died in a gastropub,
A chef called Miss Lou
Put him in a stew
And served him up as grub!

Miss Doyle

I met a young lady named Doyle
Who knows how to use massage oil.
She came round to my place
With her pretty friend Miss Grace
To discuss the interesting subject of soil!

When An Adventurous Young Lady Wearing Heels

When an adventurous young lady wearing heels
Jumped in to swim with the seals
They said to her, “Lin,
To swim is no sin,
But why are you wearing those heels!”.

Poet Kevin Morris’s Poem Leaving Included in September 2021’s Virtual Dodo

I am pleased to announce that my poem Leaving has been included in September’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets.

My poem is the next to last poem. To read my poem and those of the other contributors please follow this link https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/09/virtual-dodo-7-september-2021.html.

Making Music

A young lady of ill repute
Is fond of playing the flute.
Her friend Lin
Plays my violin.
And me? I play the lute!

Claire’s Warning to Gentlemen

When a young lady named Claire
Said, “you gentlemen should take care
As there are many young women
To tempt you all into sinning”,
I remembered last night with her …

The Church Clock

Religious or not
Who, on hearing the church clock
Or solemn bell
Has not had cause to pause,
And think on heaven and hell?

The fool and the wise
Get dust in their eyes.
But the wise
Heed the clock,
Whilst the fool does not

Fishing

Sitting here in my gown
I remember my once brown
Hair, now white.
Fishing is delight
(And often pain).
And frequently we gain
Our wish in fish.
But oh! how quickly our desire
For a particular fish does expire.
And then we fish
For yet more fish.
But time’s great line
Hooks us all
In the end.