Tag Archives: rhyming poetry

When the Bishop Knocked

When the bishop knocked
He lost a sock.
They say that Miss Lou …
But that can’t be true!

When a Persistent Young Lady Named Leigh

When a persistent young lady named Leigh
Said, “I demand that you address me!”.
I took out my pen
And wrote on Miss Gwen.
And then I addressed that Miss Leigh!

Some Men Condemn My Poetry as Sad

Some men condemn my poetry as sad
And call me a most mournful lad.
When I tickled Miss Spink
She gave me a wink.
And called me a very bad lad!

Lou Who Wanted More

When a pretty young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m bored with just us 2!”.
I suggested Miss Moore,
Who arrived at 4.
And helped Lou to cook a stew!

Claire and the Bear

There once was a girl named Claire
Who met with a large brown bear.
It is strange to meet
A bear on Oxford Street.
And to see young ladies eaten there!

A 4 Star Review of My Collection, “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”

I was pleased to receive the following review of my recently published “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”:

“… The first few poems relate to the death of the poet’s guide dog, Trigger. “Dog Bed” and “To a Departed Dog” are especially poignant. They are followed by a group featuring autumn, winter, or birds. Nature here is both comforting and indifferent. The best of this group is “This Winter Sunshine.” It is very short but very good. Two others that are brief but brilliant are “A Confession” and ” I Face My Darkening Window.” …”.

To read the review in its entirety on Goodreads please visit this link, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3935821813. The review can also be found on Amazon here, https://www.amazon.ca/review/R2QF59JP09SB74/. To read a sample or purchase The Further Selected Poems of K Morris please visit this link, https://www.amazon.com/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F, or this one, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris/dp/B08XL7YZ9H/
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Louise Who Lived in a Hive of Bees

There once was a girl named Louise
Who lived in a hive of bees.
When they said, “do bees sting?”.
She said, “love is my king!
And I fend them off with cheese!”.

Liberty and Equality

Sometimes, my old friend
You seem to contend
That those who are weak
Should hold back the strong.
But let us speak
Of liberty, my friend.
And how, in the end
It dies when the strong
Are constrained in the name
Of that slippery god Equality.

I would not condemn
Imperfect men
To the elusion of equality.
You see
The death of variety
Is inevitable, when good men
Philosophise. And, turning their eyes
Away from reality.
Forget great liberty.
And obsess over equality.