After a night of delight with Miss White
We got caught by my wife Mrs Right.
She comes from Bristol
And packs a pistol –
We ducked as she shot out the light!
After a Night of Delight with Miss White
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There Once Was a Demon Named Leeman
There once was a demon named Leeman
Who liked to dress as a seaman.
One day a press gang
Gave his head a bang
And that demon became a real seaman!
When I Met the Devil in Town
When I met the Devil in town,
I looked at him with a frown,
And said to him, “sir!
You must know Miss Flair!
As you are wearing her see-through nightgown!”.
A Garden in Early Spring
In early spring
A flock of pigeons takes flight.
A blackbird sings.
I could decide to go inside
As the temperature has dropped.
Yet, the blackbird has not stopped
His song, which brings delight.
So I stay as the day
Moves, imperceptibly, towards the night.
The Play of the Sunlight
I watch with delight
The play of the sunlight
On my wardrobe.
I came out of night
Unrobed into sunlight
To smile for a while.
And return to night.
There Once Was an Old Man in a Shroud
There once was an old man in a shroud
Who said, “this music is far too loud!”.
They said to him, “Ted!
We thought you where dead!”.
He said, “yes! And this music is too loud!”.
But a Little While
I have known
Hands cold as stone
And the kiss
That brings no bliss.
I have lost myself in lust
And forgot the dust
In a young woman’s painted smile
For a little while.
On this cold spring day
I know my grey
And all girl’s painted smiles
Will, as this day
Stay but a little while.
Magyar
When a young lady wearing no bra
Said, “do you know I’m a Magyar?”,
And I said, “so you are Hungary?”,
She replied, “no, I’ve just had tea!
But I just can’t find my bra!”
My Midnight Stroll
As I strolled home at just after midnight
I met a young lady under a street light.
We spent our time
In discussing fine rhyme,
As I explained to a police constable that night …!
The Cleaners Mop
The cleaners mop
And cobwebs are swept away.
Some patients lust
After pretty nurses. The dust
Must be kept at bay.
But broom and mop
Can not stop
The coming of dust.
K Morris - Poet 