She will wear heels for me.
I will have fun
And when I am done
Thoughts of the setting sun
And of eternal dust
Will come to cool my lust.
She Will Wear Heels for Me
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I Found a Sock
I found a sock
Too small to be mine.
Perhaps, after wine
Some lover of mine
Forgot her sock. But what
Do lovers do
When missing 1 sock?
Do they wear 1 shoe?
The Riddle
After their labours
They kissed him goodbye.
And his neighbours
Asked themselves why
2 young women laboured
Then kissed age goodbye.
Politics and Beer
When a beer loving Socialist named Grub
Went and entered a prestigious Conservative club,
And they said, “why are you here!”,
He said, “I came here for beer,
As the beer here is very good!”.
Debauch
Following a night of great drunkenness and debauch
I found a young lady on my porch.
Her name it was Lou
And she’d lost a shoe.
I wonder, was she part of my debauch?
Snake
So girlie and innocent
In your fearful fascination
With the big snake
In the aquarium.
You took my hand
In that public place.
Such girl-like innocence
And our lost grace.
In the Moment
In the moment
There’s the mad thrust
Of unthinking lust.
But after pleasure
Come thoughts of dust.
In the Morning, After a Night of Sinning
In the morning, after a night of sinning
With a group of most beautiful young women,
I met vicar Glynn,
Who condemned my sin.
But his young wife just couldn’t stop grinning!
Bedtime
I found 2 young ladies in red
Waiting in my fine old double bed.
They said, “we are Coral
And are both very moral”.
Dear reader, that is what they said …
Poet Kevin Morris’s Poetry Included in Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology for 2022/2023
I am delighted to announce that a number of my poems have been included in “The Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology”, 2022/2023, https://www.lulu.com/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poe-try-hour-anthology-20222023/paperback/product-v8r7e94.html?q=croydonpoetry+hour+2022%2F2023&page=1&pageSize=4
Among the poems included are:
“I Scent the Early Summer Air”,
“As I Drink My Red Wine”,,
“How Sweet and Sad Was the Bird”
And “In Early December”.
In Early December
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade
And the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
K Morris - Poet 