There once was a young lady named Beth
Who said, “there is no life after death!”.
A ghoul called Nool
Called her a fool
Which frightened that poor young lady to death!
Life After Death
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Maddy’s Sugar Daddy
I know a young lady named Maddy
Who is dating a rich sugar daddy.
I hear from Miss Heather
He’s neither witty nor clever.
But he’s rich and he’s dating Maddy!
Tight Leather
I met a young lady in tight leather
Who said, “my name it is Heather.
I go out on the town
All my sorrows to drown,
But pass out through wearing tight leather!”
Temporary
On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.
When a Young Lady Who Works in Vice
When a young lady who works in vice
Went and slipped on some treacherous black ice,
And a vicar called Paul
Said, “I’ve seen many fall!”,
She said, “help me up off this ice!”.
Shocking
I know a young lady named Hocking
Whose life is blameless not shocking.
Her friend Miss Coral
Is so very moral
And this poem is boring not shocking!
Now I Am Tired
Now I am tired
And think on love and lust.
All that is desired
Must end in naught but dust.
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed By Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series
I was delighted to be invited by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series to appear on the show for Thursday 9 January. During my interview, I read a number of my poems, talked about what inspires me to compose poetry and read a number of my poems.
For a podcast of the show please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-jan-9-2025-with-kevin-morris/. My segment begins approximately 22 minutes into the show.
The Hungry Ghost
They say there’s a very hungry ghost
Who goes around eating all the toast.
A girl called Coral
Says that he’s immoral.
But I’ve seen her eat the toast!
Forgetful Miss Fox
A most forgetful young lady named Fox
Has a habit of losing her socks.
The good vicar Ron
Has more than one
And the bishop he wears her frocks!
K Morris - Poet 