When a young lady named Miss Rose
Said, “do you like my little nose?”.
I said, “it’s a strange thing
How the birds sing in spring.
And Rose, you are wearing no clothes!”.
Rose’s Nose
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
A Girl’s Pretty Lashes
A girl’s pretty lashes
Must turn to ashes.
And man’s desire
Forever, cool.
For only the fool
Imagines fire,
In the tomb’s gloom.
Dog Bed (revised poem)
On 3 September, I posted my poem “Dog Bed”, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/03/dog-bed/.
The poem as originally posted consists of 3 stanzas. However, I now feel that the second verse is unnecessary. Consequently I have revised the poem, which now consists of 2 stanzas. The revised poem can be found below:
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart.
Sugar Babe
She took her face
To the market place
And found therein,
Much wealth through sin.
She practiced love’s art.
And her heart,
Became as tin.
The Hungry Hound
I wrote, on Wednesday 2 September, about the sad loss of my long-time friend and guide dog Trigger, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/02/trigger/.
As I lay in bed last night, I remembered happier times, including Trigger’s antics in my office. He was, as the below poem shows, extremely fond of helping himself to my colleague’s lunches. Indeed a former manager of mine refered to Trigger’s “victory Roll”, during which he would run up and down the office, at great speed after having consumed the lunch of one of my happless colleagues!
The Hungry Hound:
I am Trigger.
My stomach is bigger
Than you think.
Your lunch will be gone in the blink
Of an Eye.
Then away I fly.
Should you ask “who stole my lunch?” I reply
“Nnot I
But, dear reader, I lie …!..
I have been known to eat plastic.
My reach is elastic.
You think your food Safe?
My friend brace
Yourself for a shock
For I will gobble the lot!
Be it ever so hot!
Dog Bed
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
I
Hear the breeze
And pause by
Trees
You sniffed
‘Ere you where
Cold, and stiff.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart
Art May Dress An Ugly Thing In Clothes Of Beauty
Art may dress an ugly thing
In clothes of beauty
And make it sing
The sweetest song.
Is the artist’s duty
To truth and beauty?
Hate and lust
Are strong
The artist’s mind
Is full of thoughts of mortal dust,
And the reputation he will leave behind.
But some still choose truth
Though their roof
Cave in,
Under the weight, of their own sin.
Moral Miss Coral
A young lady named Miss Coral
Is so extremely stern and moral.
A girl called Ria
Swings from my chandelier.
But I can’t afford Miss Coral.
Flair
My friend whose name is Flair
Has enjoyed many a sordid affair.
The great philosophy professor
Owns a welsh dresser.
And I’ve seen Flair dancing there.
—
A young lady whose name is Flair
Has indulged in many a sordid affair.
The daughter of archbishop Kipper
Is employed as a stripper.
And her stage name, it is Flair!
When A Young Lady Eating Bananas
When a young lady eating bananas
Said, “do you sell see-through pyjamas?”.
A shop assistant named Paul
Pointed to the opposite wall.
But she couldn’t see any pyjamas!
K Morris - Poet 