My open windows.
The wind blows.
The sterile,
Becomes virile.
The Wind
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Autumn Must Come
Autumn must come
Soon. Who will recall
Leaves that fall?
So many men.
Yet there are
Far more fallen leaves,
Than there are men.
The Lady and her Skunk
A young lady scented with sweet perfume
Decided her favourite pet skunk to groom.
But he had other ideas
Which reduced her to tears,
When he produced his quite unique perfume!
Pete’s Feet
There once was a man named Pete
Who was possessed of extremely smelly feet.
His girl Kim
Was very slim,
And she never would touch Pete’s feet!
Frank and the Mermaid
There once was a man named Frank
Who saw a mermaid in a tank.
She was remarkably pretty
And really quite witty,
And she wouldn’t go out with Frank!
A Young Lady Called Miss Fay
A young lady called Miss Fay
Composes a poem once a day,
Full of erotic scenes,
By crystal clear streams.
And fay is my friend Ray!
Morality
We spoke of morality.
I listened, with respect
To your view.
For you
Are no mere object,
And I,
Do not objectify.
Women are ends
In and of themselves,
And not means
to another’s selfish ends.
The poet delves
Romantics play with semantics.
And poets obfuscate scenes.
A Talented Young Poet Named Leigh
When a talented young poet named Leigh
Said, “I want you to anthologise me”.
They put her in a book
Where you and I can look.
As she’s talented as talented can be!
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When a beautiful young poet named Leigh
Said, “I want you to anthologise me!”.
They put her in a book
Where certain kinds of gentlemen look.
And don’t tell that mother of Leigh!
Immortalised in Rhyme
a young lady whose name is Lyme
Said, “please immortalise me in your rhyme”.
So I wrote of our passionate night
With a buxom young lady called White.
And now she’s immortalised in my rhyme
When A Naughty Young Lady Named Lou
When a naughty young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her brand new shoe.
And she said, “are you enjoying?”.
I said,”your shoe your destroying,
And you’ve beaten me black and blue!”.
K Morris - Poet 