Awaking after a night of passion
With a young lady of fashion,
I said to her, “Lou!
We’ve been sleeping in glue!”
She said, “it’s the latest fashion!”
The Latest Fashion
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I Once Met Cupid with his Bow
I once met Cupid with his Bow
And said, “there’s this gorgeous girl I know.
Her name is Miss Lee.
Please make her love me!”.
So he shot Miss Lee in her toe!
Lust
I have boldly said
Come to bed
And explored in lust
A stranger’s bust.
Wrapped in the charms
Of warm arms
I have let go.
But I know
That behind all lust
Lurks cold and dust.
Shocking!
I once met a young man named Peter
Who liked to play with his electric meter.
The behaviour of Hocking
Is really quite shocking!
But Hocking is not as shocking as Peter!
The Artistic Young Blonde
I know a very artistic young blonde
Of whom I am extremely fond.
She poses in the nude
Which some think real rude,
But she’s artistic, pretty and blonde!
Kevin’s Poetry Podcast
I was delighted to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series on Tuesday 16 April. My segment, which runs for just over 10 minutes and begins approximately 15 minutes in, can be found here, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-april-18-2024-kevin-morris-sharon-taylor/
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During my interview, I read a mixture of serious and not so serious poems and discussed my work.
A Young Lady Who is Extremely Clean
A young lady who is extremely clean
Likes to wash in a washing machine.
She dries in a dryer
With a girl named Moriah
And they wash in my washing machine!
Recalling Paula
There was a young lady named Paula,
And very few people can recall her.
She worked in a bar
With a man called Mar –
I think her name it was Paula?
The Joys of Swinging
When a young lady in a short frock
Decided to swing from a very old clock,
The clock’s owner, known as Dan,
Said, “I’m a red blooded man,
But I’m worried you will break that clock!”.
In Morning Time
In morning time
I write a rhyme
Before the riot
Of the coming day
Takes my muse away.
I am clay
And hot lust.
But ere I am dust
I have words to say.
Perhaps a brief rhyme of mine
Of women and wine
And fleeting time may live on
When I am gone.
We all go from the gloom
Of the womb
To the gloom of the tomb.
But take delight
In sunlight, ere we go.
K Morris - Poet 