Lonely Train is one of my poems included in Poetry Treasures anthology. Below is a video of me reading Lonely Train, followed by links to the Poetry Treasures anthology.
Book Links:
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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0933KSJR9
When I went out on a date
With a gorgeous young lady named Kate,
That naughty Miss Rose
Took off her clothes.
And the police they stormed the gate!
There once was a talented old beagle
Who wrote for the great Der Spiegel.
Just last May
He passed away,
And was replaced by a golden eagle!
Shall I unlock
Eliot’s Prufrock
Where poetic mist
Shrouds meaning?
A dinner party.
Perhaps something arty
Yet some insist
On another meaning …
She’s late for their date.
Its always the same way.
After their play
She takes away
An invisible rope
In a plain, white envelope
There once was a young man of Liverpool
Who rode round the town on a mule.
As he rested in Tesco
A young lady named Flo
Said, “how much for you and that mule!”
There was a young lady of Rangoon
Who decided to fly to the moon.
Whilst pausing at Southend
She found a boyfriend.
And flew with him back to Rangoon
A reading of my poems on Youtube.
A poet who sat drinking his wine
Said, “young ladies they are truly divine.
But too few women
Are tempted by sinning”.
And he wept whilst drinking his wine.
He knows her first name.
As they play.
The game of bounded intimacy
She does withhold
What some call her soul.
For in this bounded game
Of golden intimacy
A girl’s family name
Is not for He.
K Morris - Poet 