I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
So I’ve locked my window on Flow …
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I know a young lady named Flow
Who is fond of my open window.
She climbed in last night
With that gorgeous Miss White.
And now they are refusing to go!
A guy may buy
A pretty girl’s eye
And revel in bliss
From her soft kiss.
But the honest guy
Will find
It hard to deny
That behind
Her smiling eye
And sweet scent
There lies, contempt
I met an extremely beautiful young lap dancer
Whose known as a bit of a chancer.
When she saw I had money
She called me sweet and honey.
And they say I’m a disreputable old chancer …
When a young man named Lee
Said, “please explain poetry to me”.
I said to Rose
“Tweek his nose!”.
Which was a kind of poetry!
In her hair
And legs bare
I forget regret.
But after laughter
And drink die
I find rhyme
In passing lust
And eternal dust.
Whilst walking by a crystal clear stream
I got covered in strawberries and cream,
By a young lady named Lin
Who is full of hot sin –
And then I awoke from that dream!
It was quick
In a bedsit
By a canal.
I have the name she
Gave to me.
Anyhow, I know that canal.
We
Walked through the graveyard.
She
Is frightened of death.
Earlier we
Drank wine.
Our bed
Was hot
The dead
Are forever here.
The graveyard plot
Draws lovers near.
My dear friend the great Lord Lake
Is known as a dissolute old Rake.
Whilst the vicar’s daughter Coral
Is said to be moral.
And she’s friends with rakish Lord Lake.
There once was a kitten named Mitten
Who composed poetry all about Great Britain.
His verse was quite good
So I wish I could
Believe that Mitten was really a kitten!
K Morris - Poet 