A forbidden
Garden, hidden
Behind a wall.
Yet, there are kinks
And chinks
To explore
In many a wall,
For
He who would climb
To reach the divine.
And a wall
May fall.
Revealing the garden, once forbidden
For which he has striven.
But, having reached the divine
And tasted her sweet wine,
How many men,
Having satiated their desire,
Retire,
And plan their next climb?
When a most mercenary young lady known as Gale
Tried her hand at the ancient art of blackmail,
And said, “I have photos of you
With me and that naughty Miss Lou”.
I said, “you are an extremely talented photographer Gale!”.
A young lady whose name is White
Desiring to hear sweet music one night,
Asked an elderly gentleman called Morgan
To play on his old organ.
Which led to a most musical night.
As I walked through the churchyard at midnight
I met a young lady dressed in white.
When I screamed in fear
She shed a bitter tear,
As she was a vampire unable to bite!
When a young lady by the name of Miss Lou
Said, “sir, do you know that I am true blue?”.
And I said, “will I find
That you have a Conservative mind?”.
She said, “I fell in this blue paint with you!
I know a young lady of spotless reputation,
Who is a credit to this great nation.
She is very petite
And whenever we meet,
Night shrouds this great nation, and her reputation.
A young lady wearing a Corona virus mask
Said, “some people they take me to task
For shopping whilst nude,
Which prudes think rude.
But at least I am wearing a mask!”.
When I met a young lady wearing only high-heels
Who showed me her pond full of pet seals.
I played on my flute
Which she thought real cute.
And she danced in her heels with those seals.
Some I have seen,
Are vanished, from the scene.
No doubt
Some are married now.
Few will shout
About the dance
Of foe-romance
We tripped together.
I wonder how,
Or even whether
A nameless she
Remembers me.
A young lady who had just turned 16
Said, “I’ll go out on the clubbing scene”.
So she donned her mum’s dress.
But a club bouncer called Bess
Said, “sorry darling, but you still look 16!”.
K Morris - Poet 