I know an old man named Lake
Who is known as a terrible rake.
He spends his days sinning
With all kinds of women.
How I envy that old rake Lake …!
The Old Rake Lake
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Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Grass
Sweet scent
Of new-mown grass.
Youth spent
In thoughtless play.
Many pass
That self-same way,
Savouring grass
While it lasts.
A Fan of Edgar Alan Poe
An old lady I happen to know
Is a fan of Edgar Alan Poe.
She owns a black cat,
But that’s enough about that,
As Usher just fell on my toe!
Relaxing in Bed
As I lay on a brand new bed
With a most beautiful young lady in red,
A girl named Claire
Said, “excuse me sir,
But do you intend to buy that bed?”.
The Key to My Clock
The key to my clock
Is cold to my hand.
I can command
My old clock
To cease it’s chime.
But no rhyme stops
The sickle’s chop.
My Guest Post on Beetleypete
I am grateful to Pete Johnson, (beetleypete), for kindly publishing this guest post by me, https://beetleypete.com/2023/04/01/guest-post-kevin-morris-2/. Please do pop over to read and comment.
Lou and Jane
A young lady whose name is Lou
Likes to spank men with her shoe.
Her friend Jane
Will often explain
That’s why some men really like Lou!
There Once Was a Man with an Easel
There once was a man with an easel
Who made friends with a wise old weasel.
He painted great lakes
And big juicy steaks,
While the man he would hold that easel.
Moat and His Stoat
There once was an actor named Moat
Who kept a stoat in a boat.
When it ran up the dress
Of a waspish critic called Bess,
The audience clapped Moat and his stoat!
My Poetry
I once knew a man known as Moat
Who said my poetry was of little note!
His friend Coaker
Said, “its mediocre!”.
I hear that they drowned in a moat …
K Morris - Poet 