K. Morris's Blog, page 106

Lou and Her Shoe

When a wicked young lady named Lou

Spanked me with her shoe,

And she said to Miss Jane,

“Pass me that big cane!”,

I begged Lou for more shoe!

Working Girls

Some come in wintertime

And bring delight

To an empty night.

Others in summertime

Fall with legs bare

In sultry air.

 

First timers are shy

And frequently do maintain

“I won’t do that again!”.

While guys inwardly sigh

And under their breath say,

“You will for pay”.

 

Kisses, laced with wine

Are sometimes divine

For good strong drink

Wards off think.

And a painted smile

Stays for a while.

My Dog (Still young)

My dog (still young)

Enjoys these fallen leaves

Flung across pavements

By Winter’s breeze,

Where they lie

As he and I

Pass by

On a December day.

I Once Met a Very Old Horse

I once saw a very old horse

With his clubs on the golf course.

When I said “good day”,

He said to me, “nay!”,

That rude and most cantankerous old horse!

She Bought Shoes

The cash machine.

The gleam

In her eye

As she

Followed him home.

Chanting  of  shoes.

 

Later, alone

At home

He considered ”choose”.

She bought shoes.

And when they are gone

The profession will live on.

Round

When a young man named Round

Said, “do say something really profound”,

I said, “men are dust

And full of much lust.

And yours is the next round!”.

I Can Try

I can try

To immortalise my clock

In a rhyme.

And, when I stop

My rhyme

May still engage

On fading page,

Though I

Shall know it not.

The Christmas Goose

There once was a very clever goose

Who, at Christmas decided to break loose.

As he flew from the farmyard

He said, “this life is hard,

As the farmer he has no goose!”.

 

 

Happy Christmas

At this time of year, I am reminded of Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Oxen” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83cHvz5u39s

 

Hardy recollects “elders” talking about the oxen kneeling on Christmas Eve to worship Christ. He then goes on to say that few would now believe such things, but ends by saying that where he to be asked to go and see the animals kneeling he would go “hoping it might be so”.

 

As an agnostic (or, perhaps a cowardly atheist), I share Hardy’s view. I to would go to see the oxen kneel “...

My Fling with Ling

I once had a very quick fling

With a young lady named Miss Ling.

Her friend Miss Bland

Lost a new hairband,

And me and Ling broke a bedspring!