As I composed poetry by romantic candlelight
There appeared a young lady in white.
Her name was Miss Moriah,
And she had a desire.
But my desire it was to write!
Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Shadow
A shadow followed me
From tree to tree
As I did pass
Along the woodland path.
I paused to hear
The sweet birds sing.
And thought of spring
And the passing year.
Although I forgot my shadow,
My shadow did not go.
For our sweet birdsong
Does not last long.
Moral Coral
I know a young lady named Coral
Who is so very stern and moral.
But, if men be rich
She removes every single stitch.
I wonder, is Coral really that moral?
Photographs of Poet K Morris holding the paperback edition of his book, The Further Selected Poems of K Morris
On Friday I received author copies of my book, The Further Selected Poems of K Morris , which was published on 27th February. The photographs below show me holding the front and back cover of my book, as well as two poems from the collection; ‘Dog Bed’ and ‘To a Departed Dog’. My book is also available as a Kindle download, and can be found here
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Whisky and Gin
A gorgeous young lady named Lin
Plied me with whisky and gin.
Then, along with Miss Rose
We took off our clothes ..
I blame the whisky and gin!
There Once Was a Young Man of Calcutta
There once was a young man of Calcutta
Who lay drunk in that fine city’s gutter.
A stray dog walking by
Said, with a great sigh,
“Do you know that is my favourite gutter?”.
There Once Was a Girl From Bombay
There once was a girl from Bombay
Who said, “the men they never stay”.
A man from Ealing
Danced on her ceiling.
So they threw him out of Bombay!
The Old Rake
My money spent
On short dresses.
And caresses,
Not meant.
Girls in high-heels
Never stay.
Time steals
Our day away.
Sinful Rose
A most sinful young lady named Rose
Is well known for stealing men’s clothes.
I must return a stocking
To that forgetful Miss Hocking.
But I can’t leave wearing no clothes!
My Nigerian Girlfriend
I’m dating a girl from Nigeria
Whose tastes are so very superior.
She has this thing
For an expensive ring.
So I’m off now to Siberia!


