When a young lady skating on thin ice
Said, “sir, I am really not into vice!”.
I tried to believe her,
But she was a deceiver.
As her skates broke through that thin ice!
Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
The Marketplace
A man in need of company.
A girl who is free,
For a fee.
So many things can be bought.
I know one can buy
The finest art.
But the heart
Of an escort
Is never bought.
Miss White’s Tambourine
A musical young lady named White
Likes to visit me at midnight.
I’ve often seen
Her fine tambourine,
As we play together at midnight.
When A Young Lady With A Bushy Beard
When a young lady with a bushy beard
Said, “sir, your conduct is really quite weird!”.
I said, “my dear Lou
That may well be true.
But why is that shoe in your beard?”.
Miss May and the Roue
When an innocent young lady named Miss May
Met with a most wicked old roue,
Her mother said to her, “beware,
Lest you end up like Claire!”.
And the roue said, “we meet again May!”.
Miss Brown
Last night, whilst out on the town
I met a young lady named Brown.
Awaking in the early morning,
With much stretching and yawning,
I found neither my wallet or Brown!
A Girl’s Innocence
A girl’s innocence is divine.
Her purity attracts. Distracts.
And oft, after wine,
To sin, is truly divine.
Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose
A wooded path:
Beauty in bleakness;
Fallen leaves stirred by a chill winter’s breeze.
Cold cuts like a knife.
Exhilarating to be alive.
(“Beauty in Bleakness” can be found in “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, https://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/
There is Comfort in this Tree
There is comfort in this tree,
For it was here before me.
And will stay
When I am clay.
To comfort those who pass
Along this self-same path
A few, perhaps
Gazing at this tree
May remember me.
I laugh,
For a tree
Has no vanity.
The Wicked Gnome
Last night on my way home
I met with a wicked gnome,
Who imprisoned me for hours,
Amidst the most beautiful flowers.
I believe her name is Joan!