I know a young lady named Winning
Who spends all her days in sinning.
My girlfriend Coral
Calls her immoral
And asks how I know Miss Winning …
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Useless Thought
6 degrees.
The air in the wood is good.
Leaves fall
And a Blackbird’s call
Follows me through the trees.
My mind should be still
But. Like a mill
I find my mind grinds
And the bird is only half heard.
Would that I could
Be one with bird and tree
But useless thought
Has it’s hold on me.
Yet, sitting here
I can almost hear
The Blackbird
And see the beauty of each tree
Which yesterday I failed to see.
The Mad Old Professor
When I met a mad old professor
Who jumped out of my Welsh dresser,
I said to him, “Jim!
You are far from slim!
How did you fit in that dresser!”
When a Married Young Lady in My Bathtub
When a married young lady in my bathtub
Said, “can we go to a sex club!”.
I said, “Mrs Hocking!
Your suggestion is shocking!
But I hear the food there is good …”
My Little Sex Kitten
A young lady of Great Britain
Says she’s my little sex kitten.
Her big boyfriend Dan
Has a lethal plan
So I’m packing and leaving Britain!
When a Morbid Young Man Named Round
When a morbid young man named Round
Said, “we end in the cold ground”,
We said, “don’t be sad.
We’ll make you feel glad!”.
And we spun Round round and round!
Sky Who Works in the Field of AI
I know a young lady named Sky
Who works in the field of AI.
Her boyfriend called Dan
Looks like a pan!
I think he may be an AI!
The Rain Has Come
The rain has come.
Some wait for the sun.
I wonder about thunder
And think on the tree
Outside my window.
In all probability
It will outlast me.
Though storm may bring it low
Ere I go
To become as one with sun
And life-giving rain.
The Importance of Discretion
My friend, who lacks any kind of discretion
Has an obsession with the world’s oldest profession.
At just gone midnight
I met Miss White
Who said, “your friend he lacks any discretion …!”
Rose and Her Toes
A most talented young lady known as Rose
As a habit of showing gentlemen her toes.
When they say, “give us more!”,
She says, “its such a bore!”,
As she blows her nose on those toes!
K Morris - Poet 